Missing My Last Job

It just occurred to me, in a way stronger than any previous instance, that I miss my job at the Kings Art Center. It's not to say that I don't love where I am now, and I'm enjoying the free time to go out photographing whenever I want, but I miss the job. I miss spending my time in a gallery surrounded by art. I miss popping in on kids' art classes, watching them play around and make cool stuff. I miss the events, flitting around in a crowd catching people having fun, and at least a third of that was talking to people, getting to know them and making them feel at ease with me there.

I miss it, and I hope I'll be able to find a new job that is that much fun.