I haven’t been away since pre covid, and used to go away a couple of times a year. Obviously in the summer you get asked where you’re going, and people talk about holidays, so I kept asking DH to go away due to the idealisation of holidays. Now it’s time to book and I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to leave the dog, I’ll miss him lots, and I just don’t see the point of holidays any more. I’ll have to share a room with DH who snores so I’ll get hardly any sleep, I don’t drink anymore so sitting around in the evening does nothing for me, sitting on a sunbed all day (like DH wants to do) isn’t what I want to do - I’d rather be at home going shopping/bike ride/dog walk.
Ive been to lots of countries and I just can’t see the attraction of holidays any more. You look at the view and then that’s it, I’d rather be at home in my own bed, but then I can’t sit at home waiting for the end of my life just doing the same thing over and over.
I keep telling myself that it’s only a week, but a week is quite a long time when you don’t want to be there.