"Mon!"
I called out to a familiar figure rushing past the door as the Sunday service came to an end.
"Hey" She replied, a little startled.
"Can i have a hug?"
I walked up to her and stretched out my arms.
"Oh, sure!"
She put her arms around me and asked, "How are you?"
I blinked back the tears and said, " I miss hugs."

Yes. Hugs. That's what i miss most since moving back to the East.
You don't get any hugs unless you ask -
and you have to know who to ask for when you really need one.