The stress, the packing, the travelling, someone always gets moody, the passive aggressiveness that comes with said moodiness, the expectations which always turn out to be dissapointments, the strange smells, the homesickness, missing home comforts and my cats. Just me? Everyone I know seems to be excited at the thought of them, whereas I dread them. This quote sums it up perfectly for me:
"Travelling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are completely off balance" Cesare Pavese
Am I alone??