Back when I was a flight attendant, at first I always liked when people would ask me what I do.  This of course being when I was at home or on a layover in plain clothes.  I LOVED telling people I was a flight attendant!  And the answer, when asked by women, was nearly always the same - Oh!  I always wanted to do that!
Later though it got old.  If people asked me what I did, I either said I work for the airlines, or else I would get a kick out of saying I was a stewardess.  Just cuz, you know, I love all things politically incorrect.  Like when people call really big guys "slim" or chihuahuas "brutus."  I also love "Toots"  As in - Hey, Toots!  Love.
Anyway I digress.  I never really understood that, people with that far away longing in their eyes, wishing they had done whatever something.  Why I wonder "had"?  You're not dead, do it now I say!
Then I stopped flying, feeling as though I got all I wanted from it, and it was time to move on to get a "real job."  Don't even get me started on the "real job" I ended up in.  But in between there and here, I worked at the airport doing customer service, another post altogether that one is.  I found myself caught up in a miserable job that didn't pay enough money.  
Then I had a coworker who quit, he was going to backpack Europe.  Immediately in my mind, I was a wayward traveler, with nothing but a backpack and gumption, I saw it all..freedom, excitement, adventure..
And I cannot believe the words that popped out of my mouth.  Yep, you prolly already know it's coming.
I've always wanted to do that!
He laughed, and I knew that he was thinking the exact same thing I always thought when people said that to me..well!  if you always wanted to then just do it! 
I spent the rest of the week in a stupor at what had happened to me.  Actually, it's been about 4 years now and I still can't believe I said that.
Today!  My longing for travel and desire to break the boredom has once again reared it's pretty little head.  I have decided that hubs and I need to briefly move to Italy. Like for a year or so. I am not one to say..I always wanted.. even though I stinkin said it.  Living in Europe has always been a dream and I shall say the time has arrived. 
Once I convince dear husband o mine.
In my mind, I already live here:
And stop here for delightful Italian fare...
...and hot dogs.  Apparantly the same in every language.
And go for nighttime strolls past here:
And weekend here:
The day shall come.