I have been feeling very travel weary lately. More and more I spend time thinking about having an actual “home” again. A “home” where I get to sleep in the same bed every night. A “home” where I actually have a closet so finishing laundry doesn’t involve just putting everything back in packing cubes. A “home” where I can actually own more than a few changes of clothing and a few pairs practical shoes. A “home” where I have friends nearby that I meet up for happy hour, dinner, etc. A “home” where I have a regular grocery store and favorite restaurants. A “home” where I can buy some fresh cut flowers and put them in a vase on the table where I can enjoy them every day. A “home” where I can have dogs. A “home” where I can have a routine. A “home” where I have a regular yoga class.
I could go on forever but you get the point. A few weeks ago I finally admitted to myself that I am over this long term travel thing. I dread travel days and researching new cities, finding things to do, figuring out transportation, looking for hotel rooms, etc. I don’t get excited about looking at tourist sights anymore and it always sounds better to me to just stay in the room and watch Netflix, surf the internet, or read. Lately I even have been browsing vintage clothing on eBay and Etsy and fantasizing about what it would be like to just be able to buy something whenever I wanted.
I was reluctant to tell my husband I was feeling so much like this because I feel like a loser, a failure at the long term travel thing. I’m not quite sure why, we never have had the goal of traveling forever. When we left on this trip I think the husband and I would have considered six months to be a win and expected we’d be on the road about a year at most. Yet here we are, in a little less then a month we will have been on the road for two years.
It probably doesn’t help that I read so many blogs and many of them are about the things I no longer aspire to – travel and minimalist living. I want to own stuff again and I know that makes me sound so materialistic, but is it really so bad? I don’t want to go crazy, I mean we did retire early after all because we lived frugally for years so I clearly get the concept of not owning too much. But I do want to own more than what fits in a backpack.
And I do feel torn about the travel thing, there are still so many places to see but once we settle down and have dogs again we never will have this freedom to travel endlessly. Am I crazy for wanting to give this up?
I did convey my feelings to my husband and he was supportive. Of course he has no travel weariness at all and could probably keep going forever. But he did try to slow us down some to try to help me get over it – we did just hang out in Tirana, Albania for about two weeks (great place by the way), but I’m not sure that’s going to be enough. I have read over and over that you just need to slow down when you are travel weary, but I am pretty doubtful that will solve it for me.
And the reality is that my feelings aren’t really changing our plans much at all at this point. We have tickets back to the U.S. in August to go visit family and after that the plan is to go to Guatemala to study Spanish for three months. So we’ll keep checking out eastern Europe until August and then proceed with the visiting family and then going to Guatemala. Both the husband and I are hoping the family visit and staying somewhere for three months refreshes me because the original plan after that was to go travel around Central and South America and practice our Spanish. Yet we did discuss just settling down after Guatemala if I don’t want to travel anymore.
So I guess we’ll see. I still can’t help but feeling like a failure, but I also can’t help the fact that I am just not happy right now. I know it sounds absolutely crazy and I am so lucky to even have had this opportunity, but it is what it is.
What about you, have you ever felt travel weary and just wanted to stop traveling? If so, what did you do to get over it or did you just stop traveling? If you did stop traveling, how hard was it and did you end up regretting it?