I’ve got a confession to make: I’ve overdosed on travel. If somebody had told me that would happen a few years ago, I would have called them flat-out crazy. How could I, ever the nomad, get too much travel?
But the last couple of years of constant packing and repacking, time spent on airplanes and switching climate zones like underwear had their effect to me.
I started craving routine. Those simple things of life like waking up in my own bed night in and out, knowing where the light switch is when I wake up from a nightmare, eating well, maintaining my exercise regime at the gym, spending time with my husband and friends and working on a personal project that I’ve been postponing for too long. I started craving a “normal” person’s life.
So I came up with a solution: a self-imposed travel embargo. Yes, you’ve heard it right! I returned from St Barths exactly a week ago, with a resolution: to stay put as long as I can. For a restless wanderer like me, that’s quite a tall order.
My friends are already teasing me: “Wow, you haven’t gone anywhere one entire week?! Well done!” They just laugh in disbelief when I tell that I’m not going anywhere, indefinitely. As if I told them a good joke.
The truth is: I have no travel plans, no plane ticket in my name (that hasn’t happened in years!) and no burning desire to leave New York. In fact, I’m super happy to be staying put.
My dream life is quite telling, too. In one week only, I’ve already had a couple of travel nightmares, one about missing an airplane (and having to buy a new ticket for $1000!) and another about driving along snowy roads. So even now that I’ve decided to take a breather from perennial peregrination, travel still haunts me in my dreams.
No matter. I know this break is happening for a reason. I also don’t want to be dogmatic about it. If an ultra-lucrative assignment lands across my desk, I likely won’t be able to refuse. In the meantime, plenty of deadlines already loom on the horizon, many imposed by my editors, many by moi.
For now, I’m enjoying the journey of keeping still, as the world around me runs. Let’s see how long it lasts…