when i was younger i used to dream of traveling the world. now that i'm older and have the finances to do it without consequence, nowhere seems appealing to me.
like, spend thousands of dollars just to look at nature or old buildings or eat food that's 90% the same as what you get back home. spend dozens of hours on planes and trains and buses and cars...for what? seems like a lot of time, money, and effort for not a lot of benefit.
quite grim. i think i've changed. maybe i'm just depressed.