Being content with not traveling.
Everyone around me seems to love to travel. They talk about feeling different soil on beneath their feet and hearing different sounds outside their windows. But I just don’t get it.
Everywhere you go has the same things; buildings, trees, sunrises and sunsets, grass, light posts, streets, cars, animals. Why do I need to travel somewhere to see the things I see everyday during my commute?
“You have to see the sunrise on the west coast”. Why? it looks the same as any sunrise on the east coast. The sky turns different colors depending on science, it’s the same thing.
I really don’t understand the beach.
“The water is so clear in Mexico and the sand is so white”. Sorry, I don’t discriminate against sand of water color at my beaches. Nothing about the color makes it any more enjoyable. In fact, I’m not even a fan of the beach. Why would I like to have little tiny grains stuck all over my body and to be dried out by salt and the sun?
You just, sit there. I can sit in my house and stare blankly into nothingness too.
I don’t understand the point in spending so much money on seeing the same things I see everyday. Sure, maybe if I had never seen a beach before. But one beach is all you really need to see.
Nothing about traveling excites me.
Nowhere I have been has made me feel a certain way or have any epiphanies.
Traveling to see something or someone, sure, that’s great. To see a music act, a museum, go to a speciality shop, see your family. That all makes sense.
But to simply see the same sun I see every single day, why?
Everyone seems to have these big hopes and dreams of traveling to certain places and they get so frustrated when they can’t accomplish said dream.
I don’t have the dream.
This is a very unpopular opinion, but I really am sick of hearing how you just can’t believe that I don’t like to travel. Don’t tell me what I need to do to feel things, I feel plenty being content in my town. Maybe you’re the one who needs to learn to be content where you are.
I wish to dream for things that are attainable. Like enjoying the life I have created for myself in Baltimore, Maryland. This place I call home is beautiful, I don’t ever want to leave, not even for a weekend getaway.