There are the several moments in life where you walk out of somewhere and know almost wistfully that you won’t be back. It’s sort of like a former flame telling you it’s over and you know that you won’t smell the stinky perfume or experience the strange habits of a roommate. As you walk toward the door, there’s something telling you that if you ever did come back, everything is different.
I will miss:
DS nights
Seeing the long line of the meth clinic from the front door of the building
Bad lunches from Cafe 360
Good lunches from Cafe Madeline
Hearing the angry screams from the alley—a mixture of hey yo and a bad cough
Squeezing between people as I walk down the aisles
Heath chocolate candy bars
Lots of gummy worms and Cherry Coke
Loud audible complaints about weak coffee
Glees of happiness from a cuppa joe from Blue Bottle
Moans of sorrow from the sorrows of expensive coffee and long waits from Blue Bottle
A constant non-working elevator
Fresh pine sol in the morning from the building manager attempting to clean out the dirt that arrives every night
And of course the people…
