I miss Tammy and Matthew at Caffetto, each for completely different reasons.
I miss knowing what block of my neighborhood I’m on, just from the way the ground feels.
I miss making fun of Minnesotans, because I was one.
I miss the sharp cold contrasting with sharp sunshine.
I miss the excitement of the possibility of leaving.
I Miss my people. So, so much.
I Miss the people at the Wedge: seriously some of the most collectively kind, patient, hilarious, chill folks I’ve ever known. I miss how they never treated me like a problem.
I don’t actually miss the bus conversation, but I miss the predictability of it.
I miss poling.
I Think I just miss knowing what I was gonna get. Now my life is more like the box of chocolates.
I’m ok, but I still miss.

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