When you travel for more than a few months at a
stretch, it becomes a job. A job you don’t really like all the time. A
job you start to complain about.
I should know - while skipping around the world
for a year, I did a lot less skipping than I did budgeting, reading
transportation timetables, and gesturing wildly to unsympathetic street
But eventually the journey ends, you return to your normal life, and
something magical happens: you find yourself wanting that old job back,
warts and all.
Here are ten things I couldn’t stand then, but am pining for now.