Apparently I'm Normal

So I was talking to my therapist yesterday, yes I have a therapist, I used to think that therapy was just for rich snobs and crazy people who couldn't hack it at life. Well, I was wrong. I have found that sitting there on the couch with complete free reign to talk about my life gives me the same warm, safe feeling I used to get by curling up next to my mother and telling her what was going on in my life. Now that my mother is half a country away from me, it's nice to get the same comfort, advice and tough love from my therapist...although it would be nice if I didn't have to pay for it. Anyway, I finally worked up the nerve to ask my therapist if it was normal to occasionally have the undieing urge to fly to Europe and run away with the first good looking, pirate like stranger who will have you..well, maybe not the first stranger but you know what I mean, to fantasize about leaving it all behind you and finding a new adventure elsewhere. She looked at me very seriously and said, " I dream of selling my man on ebay at least once a month." It was a much needed little reality check. Yes, it is completely normal to mourn all of the adventures and journeys your life could have been. It doesn't mean that your a bad wife, or that you love your husband any less it simply means that you crazy adventure and miss being able to uproot yourself at a moments notice and follow your latest boy or whim to the other ends of the earth. So my next question is, how can I put that same sense of adventure into married life? Any ideas?