Sometimes it would be a place I read about in a novel, a place I had seen in a magazine, or heard a story about.
Sometimes it would be a setting in a movie .
I would see me there instead of the main characters .. I like that.
Those would have me living in the Cotswolds in England, taking long rambles through the countryside, avoiding the fields where large bulls would graze.
Sitting down to tea with my husband and deciding if dinner was going to be at the local Pub or perhaps I would cook.. for a change.
Or we would be wandering the back streets of Montmartre where I would buy the small amount of food we could afford and take it back to our garrett, on the 10th floor of the charming walk-up that we could afford.
We were very fit in those dreams.
Now I just daydream about moving back to the country we are from, to the state that we are from, to the family that we miss.
But of course, all this dreaming enables me to take the house that was For Sale, that I saw online and imagine our furniture in the rooms, our new dog and cat , along with a garden .
So now it is all about throwing things away and looking at the Real Estate websites.
And I lie in the dark, dreaming of the old farmhouse with a large front porch where grand babies might come stay and grandmothers can dote upon them.
I think my husband just dreams of finding the right car .
Then the right house in the right town.
You don't realise how much you like to drive until you live for years without a car.
I have not driven a car in 5 years.
I have not sat in the front seat of a car in 5 years.
I have not eaten Turkey and dressing or cranberry sauce.
I have not had lobster.
I have not had pasta with calamari.
I have not shopped in one J Crew, Banana Republic, Bloomingdales or Saks !
Feel sorry for me yet ?
So when I can't sleep, I lie in the dark and ... rock babies, drive cars , shop and eat.