Ages ago, probably close to 40 years, I read a book called "Lookout Wife." I looked it up on the internet. It was written by Jeanne Kellar Beaty, but is now out of print. In the novel, this couple lived in a lookout tower in a mountain forest, and they watched for fires, read books, talked and enjoyed nature. I wanted that life. For years I wanted that life. I don't even remember if it was a good book, but it sounded like a great life. Now I think that I'm too busy writing to actually keep an eye out for fires. Sorry, guys. Find another lookout wife. I'm busy now.
Whenever we found a really fine place to camp, I'd notice that the best spot was always occupied by the camp host. That seemed like such a great job. Free parking, do not pass go. Enjoy the great outdoors every day. Blinders? Sure, I couldn't see past the campfires and marshmallows then. Now I realize that there are probably drunks and fights and lost kids that have to be handled. It's not all fun by the lakeshore, is it? Well, I'm certainly not interested in dealing with all that!
I could go on, but what's the point. I never specifically dreamed of having this piece of land in the foothills of the Colorado Rockies. If I had, well, it would still be what I wanted. Anything else would be on this list of things I used to want.