my car. Not often, but every once in a while when I’m craving independence and a false sense of self-determination.
I don’t miss:
lack of public transportation. While I blame all of my assorted maladies on the germ-infested tube, I can’t argue with subways that appear every 2 to 3 minutes. In fact, I’m not even sure I’d want a car in this city. The traffic is miserable.