My comfort: Rolling limp (atop of a water-raft) over lake waves, breathing deep vinyasa breaths, enjoying novels, reading old journals (because I have trouble remembering the details of the 2 years prior to my accident) and drinking wine while riding on trains going almost anywhere. Being a fairly constant & loving traveler, the cultural sight & sound changes are comfortable to me. I get bored being in one place for too long. Being able to expect every part of every day, gets redundant for me. Some people may find this redundancy comforting. Not me. I simply find it boring.
Must be why I’m always seeking new places to be. Fairly constant change + new languages = utter contentment. Language is beautiful, not to mention entertaining to me. I find it fascinating that different cultures promote different sayings. Must be why I adore traveling outside of the United States so. The variety in language & culture = ta da. 🙂 Never, ever, boring.
Granted, I like a wee break in between. Notice please how I say “in between”. Â IÂ truly don’t think I’ll ever stop traveling. Depending on for how long & how far away from home the stint was, the length of rest will vary.