I took my last trip almost 5 months ago. Anyone who knows how much I am used to travelling will readily see that for me, this seems like an eternity.
There is a good reason for my hiatus, and I have plenty of other things to keep me busy at the moment, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t missed travelling just about every day since our last big trip.
I know that you are reading this because like, me, you miss adventures and going places. I feel your pain. Here are some other bits of travel inspiration.
Feel free to leave me a comment or shoot me an e-mail and we can daydream together about future travel 🙂
- Driving in France: How I Overcame My Fear of Driving in a Foreign Land
- Boldly Go: How Seeing the World Has Changed My Perspective
- Too Much Travel? Jetlag and Other Consequences of Going Too Much
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I miss the anticipation and anxious months of planning a trip. Having a trip out on the horizon to look forward to becomes like an addiction, almost as much as the travel itself. I miss spending spare moments looking in travel books for ideas and putting together itineraries that we almost never actually stick to.
Last Minute Packing
I even sort of miss the rush of the last minute packing and that anxious night that I always have before we leave, not able to sleep because I am just too darned excited (and it doesn’t seem to matter how much we travel or now many places I have been, this doesn’t get better).
The airport is always an exciting place for me, and I miss our familiar airport rituals and the incredible sense of sheer potential that I always feel when in an airport to travel somewhere. I imagine the airport as a portal to a whole new world of new experiences. The airport is always the beginning of a new adventure, and I love knowing that infinite possibilities for adventure lie before me when we step off of the airplane.
The Thrill of Exploring
I miss the thrill that travel gives me. I miss being out of my comfort zone. When we travel, I get a real sense of accomplishment when I have to think on my feet to solve a problem, or the way that being in a new place can help you to see things in a different way.
I know this might sound strange, but I miss sorting through our photos (I usually sit on the airplane ride home and tag and label them while the memories are still fresh). I miss the process of looking over the photos that we took once we return home, reliving the wonderful things that we experienced while away.
Lastly, I miss coming home. I miss that first night home in my own bed, and the difference in perspective that traveling gives you about the place that you live. It makes you appreciate my space in a new way and usually gives me a renewed sense of passion and purpose in my life. I love the feeling of returning home, refreshed and ready to take on life again.