Once in a while, it is satisfying to actually go somewhere. We can spin our wheels and go nowhere more often than we wish to.
Years ago, I travelled and lived abroad from the motive of adventure. A full year of sixteen countries–planes, trains, ferries, buses, hitchhiking, hotels, homes, and hostels. Even those exciting things are exhausting. I must tell you that after I returned, I slept for a month, in my quiet and cozy home.
It is true that there is a time and season for everything under the sun. My current season is grandma-hood, so I travel frequently to the same state, from the motive of love for my family and little granddaughters.
E.V. Sparrow 