Or the difficulty of living far

Ok, I know it's mu own choice to live abroad. And so far, no regret about that, I can't figure out myself stucking somewhere...wherever. Seems like I"m a "rolling-stone", always moving, runing after I don't know what, I don't know where.

Well, it's when big things happen that the gap shows up. I'd give anything to hug one or the other of you, sharing a drink with some others, cry on ones shoulder and kiss others !! Constantly insatisfied ? Maybe.