I'll miss meandering around the floor, bantering with Alice, Tina, Nick, Phil, and Justin.
I'll miss the times when I could steal Alice's guitar and squeeze in a few moments of play to calm my nerves when things were starting to go south.
I'll miss the satisfaction of seeing my own name make it into print.
I'll miss the cold mornings and early evening times that I got to spend walking home in company of people I love.
A lot of good came from the job. Not only did I make money and get myself semi-established in the industry, but I was also able to use it to get a job for friends of mine, taking them out of shitty situations and hopefully placing them in some capacity where they can achieve all the things they were meant to.
It's hard to not be excited with all the potential that's floating around, but I'm scared to death of how I'm going to pay for life here in a month or so. Still, even with all the hardship of job and money, I find myself thinking more about the immaterial things I lack -- and how I'd give most anything for that not to be true. Money can fill the walls of my house and the space in my wallet, but can't do anything about the growing maw I feel in my chest each day when I wake up.
This song, even if you don't like it, says a lot of what I'm feeling.
You're a boomerang...you'll see.