Snow. We get a dusting on our mountains, but I would kill for this “Lake Effect” snow I hear so much about.
Active volcanoes.
Bluebell woods.
Be careful what you wish for. My son just moved to Colorado and has gushed more than once about how nice the lack of mugginess is. I am jealous.
I envy places that have low humidity and no mosquitos.
Oh, it’s great in the spring, summer, and fall. It really is a dry heat (and one summer in Houston made me appreciate Colorado’s climate all the more).
But that dry heat converts to a dry cold in the wintertime, when the days’ highest humidity levels can honestly be in the mid-teens.
There’s no place (at least that I’ve been) that I’d rather live, but one gets used to slathering on lotion and continously filling up humidifiers.
The only things I miss about California are mountains and good Mexican food. And my mom and dad, of course.
I wish we had more running water in Colorado. Right now, due to snowmelt and 10 consecutive days with rain, the rivers and creeks are full and running strong, and everything is lush and green. Later this month they will begin to lower and slow down and by September they’ll be a trickle. I like it the way it is now.
My niece lives in Virginia and is a rower (All-Met) in High School. She asked me who the good crew teams were in Colorado and I had to explain that there weren’t any. The big, wide, deep rivers that you see in other parts of the country just don’t exist here.
I live in Southern New Jersey (USA) and was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA (USA).
Wherever I travel, I envy all the hospitality and all the nice people.
I miss the sheer number and variety of restaurants larger cities offer. There are some gems here in my small burg, but not enough to keep dining-out boredom at bay. I’d kill for a quality deli in town.
I’d like to live someplace where I could eat fish that was swimming a few hours ago. I don’t mean sushi. I just mean, when they say fresh fish, they mean fresh.
I live an hour away from the Adirondacks, the deep, dark piney woods and ‘mountains’ you can climb without much effort, and they’re great. But I would LOVE to live near the ocean. Florida, Myrtle Beach, Venice Beach in California, CAPE COD. I would love to walk on hot white sand and see big green crashing waves, picking up shells, smelling the salt air. I would live in a one-room efficiency and work as a cleaning lady if I could live near the ocean.
I’ll trade humidity and lake effect snow for that dry Colorado air, please!
I wish we had white Christmases
Dude, *where *do you live? Flatland?
For me, it’s the Pacific Ocean, hands down. When I lived in California, I loved watching the dolphins and the otters. I’d hit the beach every chance I got with a book, but I don’t think I ever read more than a few pages in any three hour interval. I don’t mind living by the Atlantic, but give me the Pacific Ocean any day.
I miss siesta. 
When I lived in Spain, it was pretty darn frustrating not to be able to buy a gallon of milk or a bottle of aspirin every day between 2 and 5 because all the stores were closed, but boy did I enjoy those daily naps. Even if I wasn’t tired enough for a nap, laying down with the cat and a book for an hour was a nice time to recharge.
I don’t think my body has ever adjusted to lack of siesta. I get sleepy every day after lunch, and I take a mini-nap in my car. On weekends, I take a real siesta.
High-speed mass transit. I would give ANYTHING to not have to drive because I could just jump on the train. Here in D/FW everything is so spread out you have to have a car unless you live in Dallas or Fort Worth proper where there is bus service. I don’t even have a grocery store within walking distance. :mad:
Oceans. I have always loved the water and the sun. I scuba dive and it’s just not as much fun to dive in the murky green Texas lakes, although they’ll do in a pinch.
The ocean. I don’t really live anywhere at the moment (I’m sort of a perma-traveller right now) but I grew up in CO and am back in Denver for a month. I adore the mountains, but a nice ocean right over… meah… would be fantasmical. I remember sitting on the beach late at night completely hypnotized by the waves. Any fellow Coloradans wanna help make an island out of everything west of the Utah border? I’ll get the shovels.
I wish Australia had the same social and political climate, and standard of living, but had New Zealand’s landscape.
Mountains, maybe. I’m happy with the rest.
London clearly has a lot going for it; we have all the history and crap, and fantastic religious and ethnic diversity, restaurants, theatres, museums, art galleries, you can buy just about anything here… but I do miss some things.
Sea warm enough to swim in.
Mountains.
Neighbours you can really get to know and talk to.
Lower cost of living.
Being able to get to where you’re going at weekends (the centre of London is often taken up (read closed off) by events like the marathon, the Lord Mayor’s fuckshow, parades, protests, slow bike rides… people come up to London for events and think it’s great that the city shuts down for them, but just for a few weekends a year I’d love it if they shut the place down to anyone from outside London and just let the people who pay a fortune to live here enjoy it for a change).
Big skies.
clean air. Mountains. Sheesh, I have to drive three hours to reach foothills and there are no really big mountains until you hit tibet. Now there are some big ass mountains worthy of the name.
Yes. There are great swathes of land in the middle of the continent without a whole lot of topographical relief.
I live in the northern suburbs of Atlanta and have recently started riding my bicycle to work. I’ve heard time and again that Portland, Oregon is a cyclist’s paradise, with practically the entire city connected by dedicated trails and lanes. Here I’m either dodging traffic or riding on the sidewalk. And seriously, few other cities need alternative transportation infrastructure as badly as Atlanta.