Ode to my aching everything

[mmymoon]

Confession: I hate traveling.

Oh, when I was little, I dreamt of glamorous travel, just like every eight year old who watches too many sitcoms. My great-aunts had all sorts of stories about pre-war Europe. As a teen, I entertained fantasies about going to the west coast and seeing the sights and other nonsense. One is supposed to loooooove to travel, see the sights, meet new people, expand one's horizons, partake in culture, etc. etc.

The truth is that I abhor it dreadfully.

Oh, I've had cocktails in the cafe car (or, last night, squashed in a row of other absurdly large individuals; we joked they lumped us all together by height), but somehow, it's never worth it. Perhaps because I largely travel out of obligation: enduring the torture of Getting There might be somehow worth it if my destination were a sunny beach (with more cocktails) but somehow, I doubt it. (After all, for the money, I can buy rather a lot of vodka and cranberry juice and drink it in my own little house.) Darlings, I love you, but the internet means I never have to actually visit anyone -- we can talk here, no?

And I have a horrid memory anyway, so I don't remember any of those supposedly life-formulating "experiences" travel is supposed to bring. I do enjoy daytrips into the city -- I love D.C. -- and a few fabulous Manhattan trips might be nice when I'm a good deal richer. Whitby, someday, perhaps. But the notion of "crashing" anywhere seems putrid. I daresay I'd rather be boiled alive in my own juices than backpack through Europe. I intend to never, ever see Australia.



How nice it is, my own bed. I'm sitting here scrolling through old Martha Stewart archives, thinking of how lovely I can make my tiny little house. How nice to be home... where my bottles of vodka are full sized.

Comments

[dollsahoy.livejournal.com]

I used to want to travel. I've even been to some very nice places. Then I went back home. Experiences? Just enough to make me feel like a snot when I start an anecdote with "When I was in London/Paris/Kona/Seattle..." Without external prodding, I don't end up with pretty pictures, either, because I'd rather pay attention to my surroundings or companions than fiddle with cameras.

[evilcresyluna.livejournal.com]

See, I have the opposite experience, I don't think I've really had to do the traveling out of straight obligation with no bright side thing, so traveling is still pretty lovely to me. Although I've also yet to do a real vacation either by myself or at least not with family, sooo.

[ashbet]

I love to travel when it means visiting friends -- but I 'bracket' my travel with periods of rest, so I never travel for less than a week, preferably two, to any one destination. And I strenuously avoid road trips whenever possible. And anything involving too much exertion/backpacking/hostels/etc. is absolutely out of the question, heh.

I do tend to still overdo it a bit and wreck myself in the interest of seeing distant shores, but travel is one of the things that I love to do most, and I'm willing to save up my spoons and spend them recklessly and with cheerful abandon if it means getting to see my dear ones :)

But, yeah -- sadly, I doubt I'll ever get to see Australia or Africa, or ever scuba-dive again, or explore any more ruins in Mexico (I had a wonderful brief trip in 2001 which I cherish the memories from!) . . . so ADVENTURE travel may be beyond my reach . . . but fairly comfortable FRIENDLY travel, where I spend a lot of time on English couches or Whitby beaches or California lounge chairs, is still worth doing in my book ^__^

-- A <3

P.S. I'm also kind of fond of Texas beds *grins & runs away*

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

Confession: I hate traveling.

Yeah, but you were going to freaking TEXAS. Try going some place good. :D