Well, sometimes I wish I were.
Occasionally I'll see contrails in the sky, as I did this morning as I was walking to the station to catch a train to work. Up high, a large jet winging its way to faraway places, full of happy travellers on vacation.
The sight of these contrails trigger distant memories of past overseas travels. The excitement of catching a plane to exotic destinations wells up inside me. The sights, sounds and tastes of foreign countries dance in my head.
I am brought back to earth as I fumble for change for my train ticket. Another day at work beckons.