How much of the world have I seen? Enough but not enough. It’s one of those ‘both/and’ kind of answers.
There are a few places I’d really like to visit. England, definitely. Ireland, hmmm…yeah. An Alaskan cruise…yup. Further down the list, but not at the bottom: the Canadian Rockies, San Francisco. But really…I’d rather stay home.
A lot of people don’t understand me when I tell them that. “Oh, but the world is so big! And there is so much to see!” Well…yes that’s true, but I don’t like being away from home for too long. Trips like the ones above mean being away from home for a couple or more weeks. I don’t think I could handle that. Heck, I struggle packing my suitcase for a week long trip to the beach!
Why am I like this? Who knows. Maybe because of having an unstable home life when I was a tot. We didn’t move but once when I was 10. That was traumatic. Going from city to suburb was quite a shocker. Kids sure didn’t do things in the suburbs like they did in the city. And school was very different. But my brother and I adjusted after a time. It was the troubles ‘inside’ the home that made life feel unstable.
Secondly, I’ve moved a lot since I was 20……probably a total of 13 times in 32 years. I can pack moving boxes in my sleep. That may have something to do with it to….I gotta pack that suitcase AGAIN!
The real reason is, I suspect, I’m just a homebody. I like being at home among the things that interest me; family, books, reading, needlework, friends, church, familiarity. I like to explore the community around where I live. There are many interesting sites. There is a lot to see within a 2 hour drive of home which I also explore from time to time.
Despite my statement “I’d rather stay home,” I venture with The Hubster on trips and we have a grand time. It’s just….I really like coming home, which is a nice feeling to have.