As I've become acquainted with the subtle and not-so-subtle aspects of this (historically unique) part of the world, lines of force have developed. I incline towards a certain place when I encounter a certain difficulty. I might devoutly wish myself into the busy streets of Bucharest, or (as happened in a difficult February in the nation to the south) the mountains of Bulgaria. And this isn't entirely about the empirical aspects of the place. Once you find the three (perhaps four) lines of main force -- from the West, the south, and the East (and perhaps the north), you can sort of feel where you are in that spiritual geography.
Keeping in mind as well, that pining is a classic human fault. No matter where you are, or in what straits you might be, there have been times in your life, or (/and) there will be times in your life when you wish that you were precisely in the place where you are. Everything in a life tends to the essence of that life, as it becomes known in time.