Yup. Let’s just put it out there. I hate traveling. I am not someone who is all “Let’s go see the world, honey!” Nope. I love my creature comforts. My own bed. My own sofa. My own kitchen. Eating out every night gets old after awhile…and doesn’t make my jeans happy.
Not to mention…once we had the Tot, our load doubled as far as “essentials” we have to pack. How is it someone who is literally one eighth my size needs two times as much stuff as I do? Seriously, how?
At least my husband likes to drive. Thank you sweet baby Jesus. I am not a fan of driving, unless it’s to the Taco Bell three blocks over and back again.
And the packing. Inevitably, I forget something. There was that lovely time I had to inform my brand new mother-in-law that we had to go the sixty miles to Walmart (yes, they live out in the boonies) because I managed to forget underwear (minus the pair I wore) for the two week visit. Or when I remembered my cell phone, but not the charger. No toothbrush. My hairbrush. No shoes. I really should have someone who will officially pack for me. And make my meals for me. And do my laundry. And vacuum…
Really, I just need a wife.
Think my husband would mind?
All in all…travel sucks. I hate being out of my element, despite going cool places.
So…are you a travel nut? Or are you like me and dread leaving the tri-city area?
ETA from Keri: I think Jeanette is traveling today to RomanticCon so I’m not sure when she’ll get a chance to respond to her comments.
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