I have a terrible fear of travel. Just before we go, I start to panic and tell my wife I don't want to go. It's ridiculous. But actually it's only when it's somewhere I've not been to before.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't like travelling. Which is ridiculous. And it's not because I'm afraid of dying on the plane or anything. I just like to stay at home.
I hate to travel. I don't go anywhere.
If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.
You travel with the hope that something unexpected will happen. It has to do with enjoying being lost and figuring it out and the satisfaction. I always get a little disappointed when I know too well where I'm going, or when I've lived in a place so long that there's no chance I could possibly get lost.
I travel so much that when I'm not traveling, I'm just kind of curled up in a ball here, not wanting to leave or see anyone.
I get scared when I think I'm going to miss my flight. I get obsessed when I actually miss a flight.
I just don't like travelling very much.
I love to travel, but hate to arrive.
I don't travel much; I just stay at home and imagine weird places.
I've traveled the world and been about everywhere you can imagine. There's not anything I'm scared of except my wife.