I have a crazy Scottish family in a small town (friendly hillbillies) a few hours away which I try to see on occasion - mostly holidays. My friends are good - I feel the love.
My work makes me happy - generally. Although sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing. One time I went to Thailand and almost didn't came back - I met all these folks from around the globe living in grass huts on the beach. They taught snorkeling to fat Europeans; read Tarot cards and glued shells onto decorative boxes - it seems idyllic. I though for a minute I would maybe stay and braid tourists' hair - possible learn how to weave hemp hammocks. But after several weeks I realized I was hanging with a bunch of delusional drug addicts - all like myself running from reality. I still keep in touch with some of them.