Despite the slightly chilly evening, the morning was going strong until I sat down to work -- something about the loud, circulating tourists photographing things, almost like a vampire movie, took the strength out of me as they drew near. Managed to finish the mediation, but a good hour or so lost to weakness.
This pining for the places of the last few years isn't an idle pining, or a wish to be in strange places. The winter here is rather difficult, and the escape to less expensive places with bookable housing might prove mission-critical. In addition to a genuine desire to be there -- the coffeehouses, theatre, music, churches, libraries, etc. Something might need to happen.
In sum, given the general situation, much more the angel in the night to Joseph than the idle desire of reading the travel section. Have taken the question to my usual travel agent at the side altar of Czestochowa. Unhemlich aspect: the image of the icon is partially obscured by a large "Exit Only" directional sign set in front of the altar by the cathedral staff.