What do I miss?

I just went to NYC for the weekend. My first time back since my move to the Eastern Shore of Virginia a mere 8 months ago. Wow. It was fun. I expected it to be sad and it was the opposite. It was exciting, validating, reassuring. I had made the right move afterall at just the right exact time I needed to. It was fantastic. I went down to the west village and crashed on into one of my old stomping grounds. A bar called Fiddlesticks; to have one beverage, one beer, to use the bathroom. Four hours, four beers and four conversations with a cute Irish bartender later and all was as it should be! I then headed to Corner Bistro - by far the best hamburger in the city. Munched on a huge burger and sipped a McSorleys, read my Vanity Fair and just had a lovely time. Then off to the Art Bar on 8th ave before heading to midtown, west side of it to meet with old NYC friends and more beverage. I sat at the Art bar alone. There was a hustle bustle all around me, it was packed with people out celebrating the weekend to come and all seemed high on happy - afterall it was Friday early evening in the greatest city in the world. I was sitting there alone and yet I was so far from alone. I soaked it all in. Me there, the city...hey it was all still going on and going on strong and vibrant without me. It hit me. The only thing I had missed about this brilliant city, for it is and I highly recommend everyone living there at least once in their lives, was that I missed Asian food! Thai, Chinese, etc...A major problem with a simple solution. Saturday dinner? Thai. Sunday lunch? Vietnamese. All good. All set. Now back to the Eastern Shore of Virginia...after a quick rest stop in up state New York! I am where I want to be for now and damn it Gumby that feels great. And when I am not I shall move on.