A BIG lesson from hating traveling

Picture of the actual eclipse in all it's pixelated phone picture glory I hate traveling. I know. Sue me. So you can imagine the typical dream of being a "digital nomad" doesn't entice me. But that's the freedom I've figured out: . . . not everything is for you. Some time ago I had the opportunity to go on a trip out of state to see the eclipse. (Remember that?) It was 5 hours of Constant. Traffic. As I sat in the passenger seat after just switching off with my brother I was questioning what the hek I was doing here. And was this droning of car engines ringing in my ears worth the final destination? The answer was… (Obviously!!!) Not really. Don't get me wrong! I love hanging out with my siblings. I enjoyed the bragging rights Telling people for weeks "I saw the eclipse!" I loved the little adventures and misadventures when we finally got there. But. The pain of the journey still stung. Old memories of going by plane as a kid returned...