To travel, or not to travel. That is a question for some.
There are those for whom travel is a dream, something they wish to do but perhaps do not have the time or resources todo so. Or, luckier ones that have the means and do so whenever they want. For others it may be part of their job and, thus, a tedious task that they prefer not to do.
I was born into a nomadic family and adapted to it to the extent that I enjoyed the experience and actively sought to continue in that vein. It does, however, have a cost that may not be appreciated while breathing in the experiences of foreign places. The fact is that ties to “home” become weakened, particularly if one remains away for long periods of time. Ones friends get used to doing things their way, their experiences may be narrower, and in due course one may have little left in common.
On average, for most of my life, I was never in one place for more that 2 or 3 years. Making friends locally was a tenuous affair since they knew that I was to be there for a short time before moving on. On the other hand there were friends in a similar situation who one could meet on several occasions along the timeline, and carry on as if the time apart were just a few days!
This happened to me on a recent trip to Bahrain where I met a couple I hadn’t seen for close to 40 years. My travel companions were amazed at how quickly I and my old friends were able to re-connect.
Travel suits some but not others. It offers experiences that some have an interest in obtaining while others have not.