- Playing piano (somehow I never . . .)
- Reading Wittgenstein (which is strange, because I've never read him, yet I miss it as though I have.)
- Painting in a studio, early weekend mornings, all alone in big sunlit stained rooms.
- Running outside while there's air and sunlight (been too rainy lately, though I love the rain.)
- The emotion of everyday events; every day being different and poignant, not blending one into the next in a kind of mild usualness, with no dramatics nor joys.
- Walking across campus.
- Pre-bundled sets of readings, media, questions, and points to be made (otherwise known as courses).
- Usually being by a window.
- Reading Hebrew.
- Deadlines, assignments, always having too much to do and most of it in discreet, check-box friendly form.
- Forward momentum.
- Afternoons spent making immense pots of soup or 12 trays of bread pudding for Master's.
- Being surrounded, constantly, by interesting if slightly crazy people, all active and intense and living alongside me.
- DivSchool hot cocoa with amaretto or hazelnut syrup.
- The walk to the piano room around midnight.
- Wearing coats unironically.
- Friends, near by, not just catching up but actually living alongside one another, making food for each other, going out, snuggling.
- Intellectualism not looked at as frightening or too intense; discussions of prisons and Foucault late at night and discussions of the Good and Plato and nuclear physics in the stairwells.
- Stairs. There don't seem to be stairs in California.
- The roof with the observatory.
- Thought that could be let out, to others, in discussion or papers, molded and prodded and pushed into beauty, and not just cycling in my head stagnating, going nowhere.
- Every day having eight beautiful things within it, a warm drink while it was raining, a great interaction, a brilliant reading, a sparkling class, a great hug, flowers, falling leaves, etc.
Things I Miss Right Now
(Not people--those there are too many to list.)