Miss You, Love -- Maria Mena

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 thereafter. (Okay, that only happened the one time, but damn was it fun!)
I’ll miss advanced movie screenings of small-budget movies that will likely never get a huge theatrical release.
I’ll miss New York
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 and 30 Rock.
I’ll miss my siblings.
I’ll miss my independence.
I’ll miss Macy’s, and shopping in general.
I’ll miss not being able to wear that sexy-ass trench coat I bought two months ago in anticipation of the fall.

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

So I suppose there’s always trade-offs.