One month here in the Bahamas living in a tent in order to daily meditate, chant, practicing yoga asana and karma yoga. These are all things that living in New York City I did not find the time to do daily--and I craved to do so.
I have begun to notice what else there is that I crave, for some other kinds of perceived comfort:
solid walls that do not move in the wind and when it is raining
personal sonic space to fill or to leave empty of sound
coffee and my own personal mug
animal protein at least once a week
my baby Bebe feline
my own private bath, a few steps from my own bed