Google, u-hauls and dreams

So, I'm back again. I didn't write anything because I truly didn't have anything positive or interesting to write about in the last couple of weeks. My life seems to be pretty boring right now. I work up to sixty something hours a week and then come home feed-pet-chase the dogs for a bit and then go to sleep. My gym card hasn't been swiped in a few days either. And my books and study guides are collecting dust and/or growing mold. I have this upcoming Saturday and Sunday off. I try to schedule myself a full weekend off out of the month, but sometimes this doesn't happen. If I stay at home I get bored out of my mind and start thinking, and let me tell you, when I am alone and thinking it could lead to many things. I start Googling places where I would like to move, I start calling people I shouldn't be calling for one reason or another, and I remember how things used to be, instead of thinking how things could be.
I've been in Omaha for about two and a half years now. I enjoy this city, but I am still searching that feeling of belonging. I do have it made here. I have a great career, a lot of room to advance, opportunities to further my academics, and a killer home, oh yeah, and let's not forget my new Explorer. I've made very good friends in here and I am truly blessed for that. But somehow there is something missing. My heart tells me that is the fact that I am single and I have no one special to share this with, and my guts tell me that is because I am not in a city that has a direct flight to San Jose, Costa Rica, where my family is. I am not entirely positive on what it is.
Maybe it is a mix of them both. I wish I could pack and move to a city where I could have more chances on ending the singleness and a city where I could be a direct flight away home. But I am not ready to start job hunting, or packing and moving. I've moved so many times in the last eight years that I am packed out. That doesn't count all the friends that I've had to pack or unpack. Let's face it, moving is a bitch. There is nothing exciting about it. Well, of course, unless you had won the lottery and big fat men were u-hauling all your belongings to a great mansion.