I need a vacation

All day I have been dreaming. Dreaming of a tiny island off the cost of South America. It's name, Curacao. Doesn't it look divine?

Why is it, that at this particular juncture in my life when everything from the outside seems so perfect, do I feel the need to run away. Not forever of course, just a week. A week exploring the shores of a far distant island with so much culture, sun, water and color. Seriously, I can't stop thinking about it.

And as my life currently dictates, this cannot happen. No savings, no extra money set aside for vacations, no airline miles or free hotel nights. I have nothing to help me get away to this perfect piece of paradise. It makes me sick.