Yes, I need to spell “travelling” with two L’s because I’m a good Canadian like that.
I’m not a big traveller. Can’t say I’ve got that wanderlust in me. I’m a home body. Give me some jogging pants, a kitchen full of snacky food and a full DVR and I’m good to go. I like feeling at home, being in my own space. Heck, I get homesick just going across the border for a little shopping!
I would love to travel – to see exotic and interesting parts of the world, but I guess I always figured I didn’t want to do it unless I could do it right. No hostels for me. Whenever I hear about someone’s trip, even if it’s just to Cuba or Mexico for a week of sun, sand and drinks, I wonder if there’s something wrong with me for not wanting to do the same. Should I have more desire to travel? Am I too stuck in where I am? Or is there a dignity in knowing where you belong and owning that space?
If you have an answer, you know where to find me!
(For anyone tuning in late, I’m participating in Radvent, a daily blogging challenge hosted by Princess Lasertron. You can check out her blog for more fun!)