I don’t like travelling. There I said it.
Phew, feels good. I am, however, definitely in a minority admitting that. People in our society seem travel obsessed to me, and there’s this pressure to have the desire to a) travel and b) enjoy it. There’s an endless number of travel themed quotes out there touting its importance: heck, Saint Augustine is quoted as saying “the world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page,” though I don’t think a 7 day bender in a 3 star all-inclusive resort in Mexico is what he had in mind.
What I’d like to see is a “live, love, stay at home,” wall plaque, that’s the one I’d buy. For a person who doesn’t like travelling, I’ve done a lot of it this year. In the spring of 2019 we went on a tropical holiday. The months leading up to it were unpleasant for me, I was a giant bundle of nerves. And, of course, I had people asking, nay expecting, me to be so super pumped and excited to go. I’d have to plaster a smile on my face and feign excitement: “Yep! Sure! You Bet!” when really inside I was almost paralyzed with fear.
Obviously I survived, only to go on another holiday this summer. I wasn’t nearly as anxious about going on this trip. We weren’t flying (those giant metal germ tubes really freak me out), and we rented a house (having my own space can help ease my anxiety), and our daughter was coming with us (while away in the spring all I did was worry and miss her). Coming home I was met with the “did you guys have soooo much fun?” and for the first few days I smiled weakly and said “yeah for sure,” but after a week I began being honest, “um well it was okay, but I wouldn’t do it again,” or “it was too crowded,” and was met with confusion at my lack of enthusiasm.
I do not know why people are so dumbfounded when I tell them I don’t like travelling. The truth is that while we did have a pleasant time on all our trips this year, I wouldn’t go again. I don’t wanna! I’m much happier with staycations (thank you to whoever invented that word!) Camping, day trips, and weekends at the cabin, those are my idea of travel/vacation/holiday.
Yes travel can be important, and yes people who enjoy it will get out and experience this amazing planet, but it’s not for everyone. I’m not saying I will never travel again, because that’s not realistic; but it is okay to not like it.
I’ve picked up the travel book, read a few pages, thought nah this isn’t for me, and put it back on the shelf…with a bookmark just in case.