The Miss List

I started packing the other day in anticipation of the big move home and got to thinking about all the little things that i'll miss. I'm wicked excited about this move (most days), but I have my reservations. Here goes;

I’ll miss walking around downtown at 2 in the morning and not feeling the least bit threatened.

I’ll miss going to concerts and hanging out with rockstars afterward. (Okay, that only happened the one time, but damn was it fun and i've got the pictures to prove it!)

I’ll miss advanced movie screenings of small-budget movies that will likely never get a huge theatrical release. I'll miss 'volunteering' at the Tribeca Film Festival (otherwise known as watching free movies, collecting free swag while not doing a damn thang!)

I’ll miss New York

I'll miss making good money.

I’ll miss my winter coat, hats and scarves, even though I never thought those words would escape my lips. I’ll miss how snow makes everything beautiful.

Good God, how I’ll miss my friends.

I’ll miss hopping on the train and arriving where I need to be twenty minutes later.

I’ll miss steady, constant, fast Internet, not to mention steady and constant electricity.

I’ll miss Friday Night Lights, The Office, 30 Rock, Entourage, Real Time, Jeopardy, Chuck, Flight of the Conchords... (I watch waaaay too much television)

I’ll miss my siblings.

I’ll miss my independence.

I’ll miss Macy’s, and shopping in general.

Oh, my beloved Barnes & Noble!

I’ll miss not being able to wear that sexy-ass trench coat I bought two months ago in anticipation of the fall.

However, I will NOT miss not having a job, not having enough money, being depressed all the time, not having a dog, being plan-less and purposeless., being an interloper in what feels like home...

So I suppose there’s always trade-offs.