I have hated traveling ever since I was a little kid.
My parents divorced when I was more than four years old plus I was consistently in a car driving back plus forth from one state to the next.
I saw my mom for a few days at a time plus after that I stayed with my Mom. At that age I was so young I didn’t even have a preference, I just remember being nervous from not having the chance to see both parents at the same time. It was nervous knowing that I had to leave one beach house to go to another, plus then being forced to rinse plus repeat multiple times a week. What this did was create a hatred of travel in myself and others from a really early age. I loathe it nowadays regardless of the reason. Even if I suppose I’m going to a attractive vacation destination, the process of getting there feels love an endless nightmare. I hate the long car trips plus the random hotel stays. Recently my husband plus I stayed in a hotel while visiting his parents on the other side of the country. My husband was satisfied with our accommodations, however I hated the A/C. My husband is a heavy sleeper, however I’m not. That hotel A/C kept myself and others up all night whenever it started cycling. I might fall asleep for a few minutes however then I’d get woken up again when I heard the machine turn on. This went on for each night both of us stayed while I was in our visit. By the time both of us were set to leave, I was a total wreck. I had barely slept for days plus I was starting to get delirious. It just further cemented my hatred for traveling.