Not material goods.
Not location.
Only things that I can't access. . .HERE!
Though it would be nicer to be in Crescent City now, in a restaurant over a huge bowl of cream of mushroom soup with garlic bread and a cup of creamed Earl Grey, by the window, watching the downpour that is happening as I post this. And hopefully the restaurant was empty of other customers, and had a fireplace with fire lit.
