All the things I miss – By @TomoTheTaka
By Tomo Taka
All the things I miss
I miss a lot about my life before SCA.
I miss the weekends that were actually weekends.
I miss the end of work at 6pm.
I miss a good night’s rest.
I miss the spontaneous nights out.
I miss the hangovers.
I miss the holidays.
I miss being able to pull a sickie.
I miss the lack of stress.
I miss the meals out.
I miss my mates.
I miss playing football every week.
I miss being out of my overdraft.
I miss the mornings where I didn’t wake up with a brand on my mind.
I miss the cinema. Or being able to afford it.
I miss the constant Netflix binge.
I miss my guitar. She feels neglected.
I miss my Playstation.
I miss the freedom of having nothing to do.
I miss being able to indulge myself.
I miss the time when my life wasn’t dictated by a man who lived up a spiral staircase.
I miss sign-offs being things you got from celebrities.
I miss every pub besides the Market House.
I miss the sight of a clear Mac desktop.
I miss walking around without a bag. Or a portfolio.
I miss when my calendar app was never used.
I miss a time when a Sharpie wasn’t in my pocket.
I miss thinking I’d never need a printer because we lived in a paperless society.
I miss my bedroom being a place of rest.
I miss meditation being a thing you did to be cool.
I miss a S.M.A.R.T. goal being a 10-pass move ending with a ball in the net.
I miss Photoshop being a form of visual sorcery.
I miss Illustrator being a type of artist.
I miss Town Hall being an old building.
I miss Brixton being a place I’d rarely visit.
I miss spending most of my time north of the Thames.
I miss Ashley being a name of a girl.
I miss poker chips as things you gambled.
I miss a time when D&AD was a typo for your father.
I miss the start of July marking summer holidays.
I miss when ads were things you skipped.
I miss the church being a place of worship.
I miss SCA being a jumble of letters.
So is it worth it? Every minute.