I've been extremely lucky to have the "house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, a spouse, two and a half kids, a dog, a two car garage and neighbors who maintain their yard - all afforded on a single white collar income" type of life since I was in my 20s and although the husband has changed (I'm divorced and remarried) and one of the kids turned 20 and moved out, that's been my world. Given that, I can't and I would never complain about it, even with all the emotional ups and downs I've had over the years, so I guess there are only two things that I really want out of life now:
One is to finally be settled. Before I was ever married to someone in the military, I have moved, for different reasons, every 2-5 years (that makes 7 different houses in 5 different towns and in 3 different states) and I'm really tired of it even though I'm only forty-one. I thought this was the last house I would live in, but I found out about a month ago that it's not
The second and most important, is that I want to know that I've done a good job raising my kids so they will be happy, healthy upstanding citizens. All I ever wanted to be was a mom and I was lucky enough to have two great kids and although I know that no one is a perfect parent, I certainly strive for it.
To be content - in my marriage, in my role as a mother, in my daily job. I have the first two - it's just the job right now that is leaving me a bit stressed. Toxic work environments are not fun. Still, I am incredibly thankful to have a job in this economy.
To look at the small things in life and appreciate them. Every day.
To have enough money to be content - like others have said, I don't need to be rich - just enough in the bank not to worry about paying my bills and also, to have the ability to travel once a year.
These are exactly the things that I want. I think I'm a pretty good husband and a great dad to an amazing little girl. My job makes me miserable, from the people to the ridiculous hours; it's just awful. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't fantasize about finding a job that fulfills me and pays the bills. I dream about having a great day at work, and then coming home to have dinner with my little family and talk about our day. This has never happened. Perhaps it never will. That's what keeps me from truly feeling content.