touching from a distance

Some days are better than others. (U2) O que e' que queres de mim, hoje sinto-me assim. (Linda Martini)
Sometimes, these lyrics really speak to me. I guess we can all have a bad day. I know I do. Once in a while, for some particular reason, my confidence in on the low. And that's when the distance becomes hard to overcome.
Distance to what? Distance to you.
Distance is a vague concept. To me the time difference is a much harder kind of distance; certainly harder than the actual physical distance. To be away is ok. To be 10/11 hours ahead, and therefore sleeping while Europe strives, and awake while Europe sleeps, is harder than you think.
My family, my friends and my heart; all of my emotional ties, are back in Europe. I have met some really cool people here, and an ever growing social network, but no real friends. (I happen to be very picky when it comes to labeling someone a friend, and yet I am fortunate to have quite a few of the "real ones" back in the old continent)
So, if I have a bad day, I can't really call any of the "real ones" to take my head off of it. Thankfully, bad days have been quite rare here, or tend to go away quickly.
Its the pros and cons of my Down Under. I have to rely on myself to deal with my internal storms, and that helps me to mature emotionally. It's a journey within the boundaries of my own psyche.

"Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance, Further all the time."

Transmission, Ian Curtis