The world traveler

I'm back. And I'm back to my stereotypical evaluation of the female gender. Isn't this fun?
There is a type of girl that everyone is jealous of. We so want to be her. She is cool and sleek and fun. She is the world traveler. You know the girl: yesterday she was in Rome, Italy. Tomorrow she will cruise Galapagos. She has seen it all, from one side of the world to the next. She will regal you with stories of her travels to India, Australia, and England. She will tell you how much fun she had on the Galapagos yacht last time and what a hoot Marcello was as they crossed the Atlantic together. She is "fun" personified.
We still don't know how she gets all her money for her travels. Sometimes, we know, she works in the various foreign countries that she is living in. She will teach English or work in an orphanage. She has all the connections to be able to get wherever she wants to go. She is super woman.
We long to be like her. To have her connections and to be able to flit from here to there. We want to just pack up all our belongings and move away. Someday, perhaps. Someday.