I Miss Everyone and Everything

I miss all those half-arm to extremely-too-long hugs.

I miss eye contact.

I miss going to a movie theater alone and having both armrests and all the snacks to myself.

I miss going to the movie theater with my brother.

I miss my friends. I don’t have many, but they mean a lot to me.

I miss creepily staring at people at coffee shops and sometimes drawing them without their knowledge (my god-given right as a creep).

I miss coughing and saying “DON’T WORRY, ONLY ALLERGIES, I’M NOT GETTING SICK”.

I miss the possibility of quitting my job and taking a spontaneous road trip and regretting it mid-way through.

I miss financial security.

I miss going on boring dates just to say I’ve “tried it”, in hopes that means I’m one step closer to meeting someone who is miraculously compatible with me.

I miss the office parrot named Rico who used to mimic telephone calls and distinctive laughter.

I miss not having to think about death every 2.5 seconds.

I miss going to museums and staring at stuff, then going to the museum cafe to get a cup of coffee and feeling like a sophisticated old broad.

I miss going into an arts and crafts store and instantly spending a hundred dollars I don’t have.

I miss the promise of getting a better, more fulfilling job.

I miss the idea of getting my book published. Will there even be a publishing industry after this?

I miss petting all the dogs. ALL THE DOGS. All the dogs.

I miss moderately dressing up for no particular reason.

I miss family loving each other / fighting over less consequential things.

I miss swimming in a giant pool.

I miss going to five Goodwills in one day to find untold treasures, and many, many pieces of junk.

I miss going on a ferry and spending the day on an island.

I miss sitting for hours in a restaurant laughing.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.