I’m itching to get back behind a roaster. I miss the aroma of the smoke. I miss the sight of roasted beans discharging from the drum. I miss the the sound of tumbling beans. I miss the passion of being immersed in something I love. I miss hearing people say, “That is the best coffee I ever had,” and knowing I helped create that moment of pleasure. I miss looking forward to waking up each day. I miss making people happy.
The question is, “What do I want to do about it?”