Aside for the obvious missing of my friends, I'm going to miss things. A lot of things. Honestly, a lot of stupid things. Like the construction outside my window. The horrid smell of the city. The fancy tea and coffee places around the corner and a little ways away. The roar of the subway. The way that there's always lights every where, all the time, and a dark road or alley does not really exist. Neither do fields, either. Or giant lakes that have a piece attached to your yard so you can go swimming at 9 in the morning instead of blogging. Just a lot of silly things that make home, home.