Looking at all the junk in my apartment. On one hand, creating fantastical landscapes and making models satisfies me in a way that I've never felt felt doing anything else, it makes me proud and feel like I'm accomplishing something.
On the other hand, it has made me a very lonely man (none of the local tabletop nerds want anything to do with me. It's a long story, but basically I made the unforgivable mistake of talking back to a neo-nazi psycho who threatened to beat me up for childish reasons, and that was apparently the worst thing anyone could ever do according to the people at my local game store. And I know I shouldn't say this, but trying to discuss anything on Lead Adventure really has been frustrating, to say the least), I can't share it with anyone in my dump of a town, it's cost me a fortune, it hones no useful skills, it takes up a lot of space (making me even more tethered to this place, and I get nagged about it constantly) and I get a bitter feeling of regret every time I look at anything in room.
I wish being happy with just being me and doing what I'm good at was a possibility.