Don't worry; you don't have to cover your eyes and run away. It's not that sort of fantasy.
When I was growing up, I knew a family who had moved from Alaska to Indiana, where I lived. My first thought was, for the love of God, why? No offense to Indiana. It just wasn't the home of my heart. So then, in addition, my brother in law has a brother who became a pilot and moved to Alaska. I believe he has his own charter air service. OMG, swoon. Sadly I was still in high school when he left, or I am pretty sure I would've attached myself to his leg and begged, please, sir, take me with you. I can cook!
Why? Because I always wanted to live in Alaska. Always, always, always.
Snow, the rugged lodges, fireplaces, the sparse population, close community, the strapping men, the Northern Lights... oh. I get warm inside just thinking about it, even now. Obviously I loved the show Northern Exposure. I realize that was a fantasy, and there's no magical little town with a crotchety store owner, a gruff innkeeper with a young wife, a hippie radical DJ, and a feisty, romantically-cursed girl pilot, and a cranky Yankee doctor, but y'know... I kind of always wanted to see for myself.
But I've never been. Not once.
I know it can't happen; I have ties here now. But my fantasy is this:
I live in a rustic log home with a stone fireplace. There's a snowmobile to get to town in winter. But mostly, I'm there inside in the quiet, no people outside my window. Just snow and trees and mountains, and my word, it's lovely. I'd want a town close enough for safety, but you wouldn't believe how I crave privacy. It's a little ironic that I wound up in one of the biggest cities in the world. I'd have my own generator in case the power went out, and I might even live far enough from major civilization to need satellite internet. I want to be away from crowds and developments and traffic. I want to live off the grid. I've often thought I could've functioned well, if I had married some survivalist and he'd dragged me off to the woods. Sadly, even if Andres didn't have professional and familial ties, he would respond to this idea with a resounding, "Like hell." He's not a Grizzly Adams type.
What's your favorite "it's never gonna happen" fantasy?