Escapism

Whenever I go on vacation I daydream about moving to the Caribbean. It is the most beautiful place I've ever been. After some serious contemplation in St. Lucia I have determined that I have 3 plausible options.

The first option is the one I originally thought of. In this scenario I quit my job working for the man, move to an island (I think I still prefer St. John) and become a waitress or tour guide. I would live a simple life in a cheap apartment.

In option 2 I continue to work my butt off and eventually become a millionaire. Once I have enough money I'd invest it in a giant vacation home with a view. I would be sure to include lots of windows, a huge porch, a pool and definitely AC. I wouldn't live there all the time but definitely a large chunk of the year. The rest of the time I could rent it out to the normal people who can't afford to build their own.

The third scenario is to find some friends with money. All I need to do is find a few friends who have already struck it rich and con them into inviting me down for the winter. As long as I'm dreaming I'd prefer it if he was a young, single, cute, Christian guy...yeah, that sounds good. But I'd even settle for some married people who took pity on my poor, single soul. This option is clearly superior to the others in that I don't have to work my butt off and I still get the big vacation house. In economic terms, I'd be maximizing my utility with my scarce resources. Don't worry, I wouldn't dump all of my normal friends, I'm a very loyal person (and I can't live without you!). I'd be sure that you were all invited as well and we could have a big party.

Dream on.