Day 25 | Homebody Travel

Homebody travel

Let’s get something straight, I love my bed. I love my couch, and my dog, and my Netflix account. Those are some of my favorite things in the world, and it is HARD for me to agree to leave them, whether it be to go out to happy hour with my friends or to jaunt off to Japan for 2 weeks. I am a homebody, and I really enjoy doing nothing, in my underwear, in the comfort of my bed.

So why then, does it seem like I am never home? Why am I always planning trips and flying around the world? Because I think there is an inherent connection between introverts and traveling. I don’t know exactly what the connection is, but many of the people I have met while traveling also classify themselves as introverts. I have written about being an introvert before in regards to trying to make friends in a hostel. If you read that post, you know that I believe that traveling breaks you out of your shell. Especially if you are traveling alone. You are forced to see things, do things, eat things, and meet new people that are foreign and exciting. That in and of itself becomes an addiction. Searching for the next high is what gets me out of bed, and out into this beautiful world we live in. It leads me to new trails, and makes me choose a Moroccan restaurant over a Red Robin.

Homebody travel

Much of my interest in traveling stems from the deeper connections you make with people on the road. As an introvert, I would rather have a deep, meaningful conversation with one stranger than endure the torture that is small talk at a large dinner party where I only know the host. When you are traveling, you often find yourself (or at least I often find myself) in situations where I am befriending the person sitting next to me on a 15 hour train, bus, or ferry ride. I have 15 hours to talk to this human, and reveal to them my deepest darkest secrets while listening to theirs. Then what? Then they are going to get off at their stop and go on with their life. You may stay friends on Facebook, or even chat occasionally on WhatsApp, but the connection you made on that train/plane/automobile will last a lifetime. What makes traveling relationships easier? Well, everyone is afraid of divulging their baggage to those they are close to for fear of repercussions. With a stranger who lives on the other side of the world, what repercussions could there possibly be for telling this new friend that you slept with your high school chemistry teacher?  (I didn’t really do that, mom)

Homebody travel

So, this is a shout out to my traveling friends. You know who you are. Thank you for pulling me out my my shell, for letting me get to know you during our time together and for listening to my story. You played a major role in making travel meaningful to me, and you are the reason I am still leaving my bed every chance I get.

 

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