Travelling again on Saturday. Booked this morning. Believe it or not but I’ve actually booked far ahead this time. Usually it’s the day before or even the same day. It’s a game of “let’s quickly find out where the best place is for us (my daughter, husband and I) to meet up that doesn’t require too many flights, is reasonably cheap to go to and where we can get into the most relaxing mood for all of us”. One might think that we should just go home and chill. But we have this thing where we can relax better if we’re elsewhere, a weekend feels like a week, and it’s an adventure. I realize I’m addicted to adventures, and travelling.
I wonder if there’s such a thing as impulsive travelling disorder. If there is, we definitely have it.