Here I am with my eyes closed and typing by memory of where the keys are. 
The place of my dreams is before me.
Lo and behold, it is sitting in my own back yard, wearing my new Akubra “Cattleman” hat, with the warm late winter sun on my back, holding a hose and hosing my newly flowering runuculas, French lavender bushes, native finger lime tree, strawberries and other garden plants watching the myriad visiting lorikeets, turtledoves, noisy mynas, cockatoos, and galahs feeding in the special elevated bird feeder that I have erected for them, whilst a kookaburra has a bath in the tub of clean water that sits under my banana trees and provided for that purpose.
Awesome!!!
As a manager in a large corporation, I have travelled to several major and diverse world cities on business - Washington, London, Hanoi etc, etc - plus the remotest parts of Australia as a young bloke for work in trucks equipped with specialised technical equipment and, on holidays, travelled around Australia by car and up through the centre, including climbing Ayres rock - which is no longer allowable nor is the name. I have lived out in the Mulga (Charleville) for several years and in holiday spots like Hervey Bay and the Gold Coast for a few years plus in the big smoke as I currently do. I could go on and on but there ain’t nothing so wonderful as sitting in my own heavily treed back yard, with the warm sun on my back, wearing my new Akubra “Cattleman” hat and watching the myriad wildlife that visits my home, including a few reptiles like water dragons and blue tongued lizards or watching the comings and goings of the native Aussie stingless bees that live in a couple of hives that I have built for them. This entailed digging some holes to erect their supporting posts, of course. Great joy doing that!
The question about where someone would like to be, other than where they are, reflects the most humans are never happy with what they have staring at them. How many times did I sit in important corporate meetings in my later career where at least half of the attendees sat on their mobile phones the entire time? They were not really present in the meeting! Or when you go shopping at a major Westfields shopping centre, how many times do you see people walking along, or on an escalator, with their face in their mobile phone? Why did they even leave home that morning? They could have done that at home!
Nah! Find happiness where you are now. I am extremely happy in my own back yard.
Mind you, I did watch a terrific documentary on Iceland last week and found that fascinating. Y’see, go to any large city around the world and so much of what you see in the CBD is the same in every major city in the world. Seeing McDonald’s cafes everywhere is the ultimate testimony to that. Iceland looks decidedly different though. I must watch some more Youtubes about Iceland. Don’t want to go there, though!
In 1970, it was all corrugated dirt roads from Port August until the WA border. Then it was beoooootiful bitumen from then on. In fact, when we reached the bitumen, the Irish backpacker hitchhiker that we picked up on the outskirts of Port Augusta literally got down and kissed the bitumen. 
