I haven't taken a train downtown in over a week.

I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a small part of me that didn't miss it in the slightest bit.

But then again, I don't miss barely making the train with seconds to spare.

I don't miss having to take the University line when I didn't make my regular train.

I don't miss standing next to people who didn't feel it was impolite to leave their backpacks on while standing in very close quarters.

I don't miss pushing those backpacks out of my personal space. I don't miss the smells that invaded my personal space, either.

I don't miss the regular power struggles that ensued between the homeless and the anarchists-in-training staking out their turf.

I don't miss the urge to give advice to the transients that didn't feel the need to put shoes on their baby in freezing temperatures.

I don't miss wearing flats everyday for fear of ruining my heels on the walk.

I don't miss being a pedestrian in a city of drivers who feel it their right to run red lights.

I don't miss running past the corner ammo shop after someone walks in with a shotgun, only to have to stop at the light and hope they weren't as crazy as my imagination.

I don't miss the small-talk at the stoplights or in the elevators. I don't miss all the time I spent waiting for elevators.

I don't miss all the time I spent at my desk dreading my job.

I don't miss all the time I spent at my desk doing my job.

I don't miss my job.

At all.

Being able to say that makes it all worthwhile.