A life without longing

Wherever I am in my life, I'm missing something. Someone. Some aspect of life from some other time or place. In many ways I wish I had been born in one place and lived there all my life and always known the same things and the same people and I wouldn't know anything else. Never content. Always longing for something. I hope that some day the longing will stop, and that I will feel happy with everything I have. I long for a life without longing.