That first morning when you wake up and its over. You're not soaked in sweat, there's not a horrible feeling of impending doom if you won't hustle up some money or a ride. Then when you realize you're free, free to feel however you want to feel based on your own actions, free to do what you want without worrying about getting sorted, that you'll never stay home sick, or bail on plans because you need to score. Then realizing that you feel just as good sober as you ever did maintaining.
I love taking the time to make my coffee or cocoa exactly how I want it, that things like that are no longer robotic; being done in name only. Realizing I, me, really wants to eat something, and something in particular no less. Not because my stomach hurts from being empty for three days, but because g*darnit, This human being really wants some peanut butter mnms.