I hate travelling. As in sitting around in airports waiting for flights. Or spending long hours on the train where someone is peeling their stinking hardboiled eggs. Or sitting in the car for hours. In heavy traffic in hot summer weather.
I hate travelling.
To make it worse, I get homesick easily. I just love being at home. Not at home literally, but in my part of the woods. I feel like I live in the most wonderful spot on earth and I hate leaving it for more than ten days. I once lived in Turkey for half a year when I was twenty. No idea how I survived that.
I just went to London with BigL for four days. It was great having exclusive time with my boy and show him around this extraordinary city. But I missed home. I missed the rest of my little family and my own bed.
So, you could say, that I don't own that travel gene. Before I'd travel Indonesia with a backpack, I'd rather have my tongue removed. Maybe I'll never see the whole world or anything outside Europe in my life, but I am okay with that. That's just how I roll.
So, with all that said, I am really looking forward to our summer getaway to the Dutch coast. Because the Netherlands are basically home. We have planned a two-week-trip, but as always I will ask DH to go home after ten days, because....well, you know why.
Until then, I am happy that everybody is back to school/work tomorrow and our schedule is back.
Have a great week! Love, Sanna