I have no wanderlust. I don’t dream of traveling the world. I don’t have a bucket list of places to visit before I die. And I’m starting to learn this is totally ok.
My best friends are truly adventurous. They seek it out- traveling to Africa, living in India, RV tripping to Alaska, flying to Hawaii. This used to make me question myself. What’s wrong? Am I fearful? Am I boring? Am I lazy? I’ve long wrestled this lack of desire in my heart to go and see.
I’m a homebody. I honestly love being home. Staycations are my favorite.
For a while I’ve felt I should be embarrassed about this. Our culture says it’s cooler to be an adventurous world traveler, to have our conversations peppered with once-visited locations spanning the globe. But it leaves me tired.
I don’t know when I came to rest with my homebody-ness. But I have. And I know there are more like me out there, none of them just happen to be my closest peeps. It doesn’t mean I never want to travel, just definitely not often. I simply enjoy a quiet life.
So homebodys, own it. Don’t buy into the hype that you’re boring or less than. Don’t let your adventure-loving people travel-shame you. Love how you’ve been created and look for ways to invite your friends into your world and encourage them as they plan to go abroad. It’s totally ok.