Not sure what's going on. I've always been really independent.
Have lived and worked all over the world. Had a flying phobia (genuine, not just a fear) but forced myself to do it anyway, so I could have the life I wanted. Always loved trains, hotels, getting away.
Except now I don't. I totally understand why I don't want to fly now. There is no push, because there's no job I've got to get to and I find holidays disappointing (they're almost always a let down IMO). But in addition to this, I now get really anxious about train journeys and being away from home.
I can't quite believe this is me. 10 years ago I moved to an Asian country I'd never been to, to live and work. And now, I am unhappy about a short break in the UK.
What the fuck?