Have you ever noticed that traveling looks wonderful and invigorating in television commercials and magazine ads?
Or because the ad was filmed on a sound stage which required a commute time of 27 minutes.
Or because there is something magical about the hats the actors wear (you know, the huge brimmed hats that make the women look like movie stars). Of course, the magic called “retouching” and “photoshop” help too.
Real life travel is not advertisement-quality travel. Unless by advertisement-quality you mean it’s flat and tasteless.
Real life travel is tiring. It may mean delayed (or canceled) flights. It may mean driving through rain and hail in places like East Nowhere, PA. It generally involves meals that sit awkwardly in your stomach like a misplaced bowling ball (looking at you, Cracker Barrel). It inevitably means (for me) too much caffeine and too little sleep.
Also it does bad things to my hair. You don’t have this problem, I know. But I do. I don’t know how some women manage to travel with their own cadre of hairdressers, but they look fabulous while I look like mice found lodging near my scalp.
The good news is there is often good stuff at the other end of travel. Like family. And borrowed puppies. And sometimes warm weather.
And travel, no matter how wonderful, always makes us appreciate home just a little bit more.