I don't know exactly what to do. I feel lost. Everything I thought for me is fading away. My plans are not practical anymore.
I used to love to travel, the adventure, the excitement, the unknown. My heart longs to be on a plane, my head dreams about the clouds and yet my stomach gets nauseous every time I think of going away from home. I get excited about the jobs and the country but when I get there I just wish to be home.
Nothing is good, the five stars hotels have only imperfections, the food is never tasty, the people are never nice enough, the water is never satiable. The AC is never at the right temperature, the sunlight through the window is not sufficiently blocked by the curtains, the shower has always too much pressure, the bed is always too big...
I don't know what to do anymore, and yet, time goes by and I keep doing the same (damn) thing...
