southernhybrid
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I probably hate to travel more than most people. I enjoyed it in my younger days but once I made it past 40, I started to hate it. I hate to fly so I quit flying about 20 years ago. I've been on two cruises and was bored to death. I don't mind short trips in the car, say no more than 300 miles, but I despise not being able to sleep in my own comfortable bed. Arthritis in my feet and knees have made it impossible for me to walk more than a mile without severe pain. We took a brief trip to Augusta, Ga. last week and the bed and pillows were so uncomfortable that I barely slept. And, I can look at all the beautiful things in the world on the Internet. Just think of all the money I've saving.
Unfortunately, my only son and 2 grandkids live 600 miles away and his wife refuses to travel to visit us. We visit them once a year. And my 92 year old mother lives 1000 miles away so I still make the journey once a year to visit. Nobody ever wants to visit us even though we are good hosts and have a very lovely guest room. Even my sister in Nashville has stopped traveling. I guess it's genetic or something because everyone in my family seems to hate to travel.
I would go so far as to say that travel is nearly torture to me.
Unfortunately, my only son and 2 grandkids live 600 miles away and his wife refuses to travel to visit us. We visit them once a year. And my 92 year old mother lives 1000 miles away so I still make the journey once a year to visit. Nobody ever wants to visit us even though we are good hosts and have a very lovely guest room. Even my sister in Nashville has stopped traveling. I guess it's genetic or something because everyone in my family seems to hate to travel.
I would go so far as to say that travel is nearly torture to me.