Things I Miss
Too much nostalgia for one week, really. Every now and then I’ll grow into this funk where I’ll see or hear something that will remind me of something else and it’ll make me miss it. First and foremost, the premiere of 24 instantly makes me think of my old apartment and the months I would neglect homework, parties and other such things to watch season one. I miss that.
My junior year, the only year I lived off-campus, was pretty damn good, I just didn’t realize how good it was at the time. Sure, our heat didn’t work, our kitchen was small and some of us made loud noises in the morning when others were sleeping. But we had it pretty damn good. Our location was smack-dab in the middle of Back Bay; close to the T, close to Newbury Street, close to Fenway, close to Despina’s. All essentials that we would realize we’d need daily fixes of. I miss that. Living with four other people, male and females, was a challenge but in a way, gave us the closest possible realization of what life was going to be like, after college. We bonded, we fought over trivial matters, we took turns calling our landlord to complain about the temperature in the apartment and the drafty ceiling. We got by. All while just trying to be normal students living normal lives pretending not to be freaking the fuck out; we did anyways, always. I miss those days. Everything just always seemed to work itself out.
Being so cold and having it snow more often than having the sun come out is wearing me down, i.e., I miss summer. Maybe it’s because of where I work now, but I want nothing more than to head down to the Vineyard for the weekend, relax, go to the beach and not do a damn thing. Fact: I hate the beach. It must really be cold outside. I want all of my home friends to be, well, home. Go to the beach for the day, go see a movie at night, play mini-golf, all things I’d rather be doing than spending my day at an ice rink while my car doesn’t start outside.
Every Tuesday, at 1 pm, for the past two years, I would conduct a meeting for my news publication. It wouldn’t be much, just a simple 15 minute touchbase to assign stories and review the past week’s performance. Now, every time a Tuesday rolls around, I’ll just sort of think about that. I’m not exactly running meetings anymore at my job, but it’s nice to think about all of that in the past. In a way, the Voice’s weekly meetings were my favorite part of the week. Not because I could get up in front of a room and talk, but because there, in that room, were 15 to 20 other students who loved to write just as much as me. They all believed in the Voice, just like I did. That was the amazing rush for me, knowing I had writers with me, my peers that believed in the same thing as me. To this day, the fact that the publication is still going strong with consistent writers and solid stories, amazes me. To not have writer’s block every night before a new edition debuts almost leaves a void in my week. Things just aren’t the same.
I wouldn’t say I miss Suffolk, because I don’t. If I was to write an entry entitled, “Things I Don’t Miss At All,” it’s a safe bet that Suffolk would be all over it. However, most of the things I do actually miss have to do with it. So how can you miss the little things inside of a big picture when you don’t miss the big picture at all?
Ugh, I’m so philosophical.
