I feel like Brian at the end of Hatchet, when, after spending days and days in the Canadian wilderness, he ends up in a grocery store, marveling at the variety of food available to him. Coffee shops! Sushi! 3G! I can be outdoors after dark and not worry about being eaten alive by skeeters. I can eat food that hasn't been fried to oblivion. I can get my phone fixed without driving two hours to the nearest city.
Yes I miss some people but right now I'm reveling in Martin's quiet company.