When I thought about spending a semester back home in New York City, I tried to be optimistic. I remembered the things that annoyed me about Prague while I was there. But now, finding out my visa application had “issues” (again), I find myself strangely nostalgic for those little frustrations I left in Prague.
For one, the cobblestone sidewalks wrecked my shoes. I’d be lying if I said I’ve avoided falling or tripping on them for the three years I’ve lived there. But walking in New York, I find myself longing for the uneven streets. They added so much personality to my walks around the city; instead of seeing dried-up gum and trash on the floor, I was able to see a little cube of history– even if it did mean every road I’ve ever seen has been under construction at some point in the past six months. There was something grounding about navigating those bumpy roads, even if they did make every walk feel like a mini-workout.
Another thing I miss is the lack of small talk from employees. In Prague, I felt clueless and awkward when I could only muster up a few words at a register or when ordering food, but now, I get annoyed when employees in New York ask me a million questions. “Do you need a bag? Did you find everything okay? Do you have a rewards card?” I kind of miss the silent efficiency, where the only exchange was a nod and a quick “Děkuji.” It was simple.
In Prague, I often felt like my weekends were repetitive– always the same places, the same routines. I craved more variety. But having experienced all that I have in Prague, I miss how easy it was to find something to do without worrying about any age restrictions– and I don’t just mean clubbing or drinking. There was a roller skating rink in Brooklyn that my friends and I were planning on going to. They promoted different decades of music every hour, different themed days, and a disco ball, 21+ only. An event with various mini themed escape rooms? 21+. Blacklight mini golf? 21+. In Prague, there was a sense of spontaneity– going to pop-ups, random events, or even just exploring the city felt accessible and welcoming, no matter your age.
The biggest thing I used to hate was the awkwardness of being in a café and having to call the waiter over for the check. It always felt strange that my plates would be taken away, but there was no initiative made to pay or leave– it felt invasive and like we were taking up useful space in the restaurant. Now in NYC, I feel too rushed. The second my fork hits the plate, someone’s bringing the bill, subtly asking me to leave. I never really noticed or appreciated the “talking time” I got with whoever I shared a meal with after I ate until I no longer experienced it.
It’s strange how the things that once frustrated me have become the things I miss the most. Don’t get me wrong, there are definitely things in New York City that I’m glad to finally have again. But, being away from Prague has made me realize that, frustrations and all, the city has an atmosphere that can never be replaced.
