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.