It's the Little Things

Spurred by a friends post I would like to take a minute to recap on the wondrous little bits, the treads that sew life together into a tapestry of enjoyment. This is especially pertinent today because I've been thinking a lot about the things I've put on hold this last year. I seem to have buried my self.

First is books. I miss the way a hard back feels in my hands. The sound of the pages turning. The feeling of finishing one and then bumping into someone who has read it too and getting to talk about it.

I miss my bike. I didn't ride it once this summer. It's painful to admit that. I miss making my own path, jumping curbs, taking the stairs and especially riding with no hands.

I miss music. I suppose I have done a pretty good job of getting my ears wet but the vast majority of my auditory time has been spent with talk. Learning the ins and outs, rather than feeding the yearning of hearing beats fade in and out, and waiting for the MC to move his mouth, excited about what comes out.

I miss my social life. I miss going to shows. I miss the Fox Theater. I miss bumping into people out on the town. I miss having an income that made it all possible. I miss dropping in on my friends and plopping down on the couch for a moment. Hanging out long enough to get tired of their giant screen yelling at me, thinking "I can't believe you watch this crap", and then making my way back out in to the sun.

I miss food. I still eat of course. But not the way I used to. I miss huge shopping trips with carts full of goodness. I miss the chopping, the frying, the baking, the glass of wine in the kitchen and then sitting down to devour it. I miss going to kick ass restaurants, deliberating over the menu selection and then scrutinizing the experience at the end.

I miss going to the movies, but I don't miss the price. I miss going the theater, dance performances and crazy art shows. I miss I miss the spontaneous nature in which most of these events found there way on to my schedule.

I miss golf. I miss driving up to my dads for a day. I miss skiing, and having the kind of life where if we got snowed in I had nothing to worry about and I could just stay. I miss having a job with lots of coworkers. I miss living in town.

It would appear that everything is missing.

Was it worth it?

With out question.... it was.