god, when i was young, it was all about exploration via the nyc subway system or my bicycle, or skateboard.
this would be from say 1978 till 1984, which was when i got my car...
man, me and thag 70 plymouth went everywhere, each day was a new adventure, but oddly enough, i never saw a reason to travel farther than i could do round trip in a day.
then one day, many many years later i simply lost interest in traveling, perhaps becsuse i am blessed with living in an area since say 1987 or so.... where i am never bored or looking to leave.
but today, i cant travel.
even my long kayak trips have stopped.
two things, a dog who does not do well with mainstream society and aging parents.
thats right!!
im the end of the line, no other relatives out here except for my folks, and im at that age where im now helping them out, which is fine as i dont mind being somewhat grounded...
its all good, but its also what you make of it.
some choose to travel thinking they may find happiness.
ive yet to find one who has.