I love what I’m doing for a living now, but I miss a lot about my old job. I miss my old boss. I miss having a definite schedule. I miss the security men in our building. I miss our postage machine. I miss my big office and my big leather chair and my phone with a lot of buttons. 

This summer, when it gets hot, I will particularly miss my door, which I could close so I could work pantsless for a little bit. There will be no more of that.