It was around 4:30 PM on Saturday November the 7th, and as I was laying in bed under the covers with the lights off, I could hear the sound of cars rushing by in the street below, I could sense that the sun was dropping behind the horizon, and I could hear the sound of pots clanging and voices chattering as a grandma and her daughter-in-law were preparing a dinner feast for their family downstairs.
I was struck with a sudden bout of nostalgia as all of these things brought back memories of my childhood, my family, and my 1608 Foxhorn Ct house in Naperville... (Autumn always has a weird way of making me feel nostalgic)
I miss the days when the TV would be turned on in the living room, and my brother and I would be sprawled out on the carpet watching The Simpsons while my parents and grandparents busily prepared dinner before for my aunt and uncle's family arrived...
I miss how the air smells in late October and the breeze that I remember feeling as I went trick-or-treating around the neighborhood...
I miss Thanksgiving dinner and the chaos of waking up before the sun for Black Friday shopping with my siblings and cousins...
I miss hosting large dinner potlucks and dinners at my house followed with Karaoke singing of Taiwanese folk songs, playing ping pong and pool in the basement, and always venturing back up to the kitchen to grab some more desserts...
I miss the duck noodle soup my mom used to make every Saturday for lunch without fail...
I miss my grandparents' beef noodle soup and vodka-heavy pork rib rice...
I miss hearing the sound of kids riding their bikes in my court and moms chatting with each other as they take a stroll alongside their kids...
It's weird when I think about it because I feel like that life wasn't really the same life that I have now -- that that person wasn't the same "Nancy" as me. So much has changed...
But either way, I miss it a lot.



