What I'm going to miss:
Breakfast at the kitchen table. Every night when I go to sleep I'm looking forward to eating breakfast in the morning.
I like tea a lot, I like the ceremonial aspect of putting tea leaves into the little sieve and waiting four minutes. Sometimes I forget about it, then my tea is especially black - or, as my uncle said the other day, "This can't be tea, that's coffee!" Obviously weak black tea and tea bags are my idea of culinary torture.
Just as important as tea is bread, however. You can buy good tea almost everywhere. Bread, however, is different. Carrot bread, or walnut bread, or anything with lots of seeds and various cereals in it, is my favourite food. It's damn hard to make yourself which means that I'll be saying goodbye to this most simple of pleasures when I move north.
Then there's the luxury of fresh fruit, something that I'm going to miss during the winter. Technically it's possible to buy anything at any time throughout the year, but do I want to eat strawberries when they're not really in season? No, of course I don't.