I need to know if I am the only person who has ever wanted to drop everything and move to New Zealand. I've put some serious thought into this. I could run a t-shirt stand on the beach, and Hubbie could be a deep sea fishing guide and (especially now that he's finally on board with the concept) we could both wear flip flops every single day. Lupe could hang out with me in the beach shack, and I could drink frozen lemonade all day long. It doesn't have to be t-shirts and fishing-- we could be bakers. I'm not even picky about it being New Zealand. I've researched Guam quite a bit, and I'm pretty sure I'd be reasonably content there, too.
Don't get me wrong, I know that I have a wonderful life. I have a good job, a beautiful home (or at least one that will be beautiful once we can coax the flowers back to life and get all of our crap arranged inside) and a wonderful family close enough to feed us Sunday dinners. I'm certain I would miss Redbox and Cafe Rio and Tanner Park and hanging out with the Janssens every weekend. I wouldn't miss the snow (except maybe exactly on Christmas Eve) or lake stink or 9-5 employment that prohibits flip flops entirely or that terrible theme song/jingle from Fox13.
Anyone else ever have lofty dreams of selling shot glasses and puca shell necklaces to tourists? Sounds beautiful to me.