Does anyone else hate traveling?

I hate traveling. I hate packing, and money, and planes, and long bus rides. I hate having to find a place to stay and eat, and making sure I have enough money, and not knowing what to do when I get where I’m going. I hate that where I’m going is always harder to get to than where I came from, and that it’s always a struggle to get back home. I hate how stressed it makes me, and how hard it is to enjoy myself when I’m worried about money, or safety, or finding a place to stay and something to eat and a way to get around. I hate having to find a way to get around. I don’t even like driving. I like having access to decent food. I like knowing what bus to take, and having access to my car when I don’t want to take a bus, and sometimes even driving when I do want to take a bus but decide I’d rather drive because I can. I like knowing my way around, and knowing how to get where I need to go. I feel safe knowing what areas to stay out of, and sometimes I like to go to those areas sometimes because I know the way around them and where to get good food. I like knowing that I can cultivate an existence somewhere without having to constantly worry about getting by. And I feel like wherever I go, I have to cultivate a new existence, and I don’t want to cultivate a new existence, I like my current existence and I wish I could just take it with me when I cultivate a new one.<br><br>I don’t know. I’ve been told that I’m crazy for not liking to travel, that I’m making a mistake by not traveling now while I “still can,” but I don’t want to travel anywhere. And I don’t want to live anywhere else either, I like my current city. I sometimes wish I could take it with me wherever I go.<br><br>I’ve only traveled by car, and I’ve only gone to places in the US. So maybe other countries and other modes of transportation are better, but I don’t think so. <br><br>So, does anyone else hate to travel? Or am I crazy?