Travel stresses me out. I want to get to my destination and then get back home. Sure, I know that I will enjoy myself while seeing new sights and trying new things, but the pressure of making sure I "make the most of my time" there and the concern about my spending are often more powerful. Meanwhile, I also continually worry about my obligations back home.
Janelle has commented many times that she wishes I was on her trip with her. I love her and I would like to experience New Zealand, Tazmania, and Australia for myself. However, the thought of writing lesson plans for that amount of time, of coming back to the paperwork that would certainly be waiting for me, of worrying about my spending, of not drinking enough water, of not sleeping well, as well as the multitude of minor frustrations that would wear on me during such a trip ... well, it makes me glad that I'm still home.
Pathetic, right?