longing

The fact that our world has shrunk (virtually not physically) makes the move here harder. I'm sitting at 2 AM (local time) and listen to Galgalatz through the internet. I read an email from a friend from the bicycle group that I used to ride with every weekend and it brought back up good (very good) memories of things I left behind. Everything is close, but not close enough. It's just out of reach. I can hear it. I can see it, but I cannot touch it. I cannot participate. It's not only the winter that I miss. I miss my dog, I miss my friends. I miss the weekend bicycle rides. I miss a good pasta plate: I eventually will have to cook one for myself as there is no Pasta Mia restaurant in acceptable distance. Maybe I need to change my profession and open a local Pasta Mia :-) But for some reason I don't think that it's feasable right now (will it be ever)?
hasta manana