I love to travel. I have no issues with traveling as an experience itself. I love to eat food (really, any food) without worrying about spending too much in my food budget. I love to stay in a hotel in which I leave with my room a mess and come back with my bed made and my towels folded nicely. Watching full cable has its benefits as well as a gym in the basement or 11th floor depending on the hotel.
I sometimes get a suite upgrade, sometimes a whirlpool, and frequently nicely scented soaps to stock up for home use. (I know it seems weird, but you figure if I pick up 5 a month then I never have to buy soap for you to wash your hands when you come over.)
I like the hours on the plane in which I can watch a movie on my phone or listen to a book. The first class upgrades are enjoyable, I won't lie, in spite of my initial distaste of being part of the bourgeoisie.
Most of all, and here comes the guilt, I love the uninterrupted night of sleep.
Regardless of the sense of freedom of schedule, the soft pillows, and the filet mignon, I have decided that I am finally getting burned out on the travel. It hit me like a cement truck this evening when I was down at my church building listening to someone speak about temple attendance (ahem, looong overdue.)
Here are the reasons why I dislike travel, the real reasons mixed in with the superficial
1. When I am home for three weeks in a row I can usually drop 3-5 lbs from going to the gym and eating right. When I travel for one week, I gain it all back. What a waste.
2. I can't seem to fall asleep without Steve so I end up staying up way too late and even then can't fall asleep. I thought it was hotels, but we traveled to the UK a few years ago and in spite of being extremely low quality hotels (thank you señor cheapness) I fell asleep with absolutely zero effort. I guess I just am accustomed to having him by my side.
3. I am unreliable. No matter the place--church, kids school, community sporting events, etc. you can pretty much guarantee that I have missed something very important. Pinewood derby three years running, Kinder graduation, dance events, and much, much more.
4. I miss my friend Katie when I travel.
5. When in town I watch American Idol, Glee, and sometimes Project Runway. When I go out of town I get behind and it takes me weeks, sometimes months to catch up!!
6. When I am in home and have a commitment I feel tremendous guilt if I keep it--like a birthday party, GNO, or church activity. Or even something non-comittal like the gym will bring about guilt. Anything that takes me away from my family is a tough decision and makes me feel like a terrible mother and wife.
7. I get used to being on my own and then when I come back into town, I have a hard time engaging.
8. Most hotels have soft pillows. I like thinner, firmer pillows in which my head does not feel like it got sucked into a vacuum.
9. Breakfast in the midwest=disgusting. Those places have not seen a piece of fresh fruit or a container of yogurt without aspartame ever.
10. The temptation to spend money at Target.
So my next trip isn't for a few weeks. Hopefully by then I will have dropped a few more pounds.