Just another day off the northern California coast
We rose every morning and, on our way past the French doors that led from our dining room to a front porch with a drop-dead view, never failed to sigh at the sight of the San Francisco Bay. In the evening we watched as tentacles of fog slithered from San Francisco over to our side of the water.
We biked and ran outside year-round, on wooded paths linking hundreds of miles of pristine regional parks reachable in just a 15-minute drive from our house. When it rained we donned slickers and walked, happy to be out in the fresh air despite the weather ... or swam in an uncrowded, beautifully maintained community pool close to our home.
I miss all of it, but I don't miss it enough to leave Asia. And the strange thing is that when I'm in Asia, I miss all of it almost not at all.