What I have come to understand over the passing days is that I do look forward to some time away and to seeing family and friends; however, I have no desire to be inside a car for so many hours. The thought of being in a vehicle for 20+ hours is so unappealing that I can't seem to get passed it in order to get where I am supposed to be going. I recall very much enjoying road trips not so long ago. I would look forward to taking off on extended (or even short) road trips to see where it would take me. But, something seems to have changed and morphed over the years. Instead, I find alternate activities or destinations to avoid the motorized travel - or perhaps things have become more simple and I realize that needless trips in a car aren't doing anything for me? I seem to be able to tolerate a relatively short stint in a vehicle, but it exhausts me to even think about driving hour after hour... after hour.
|This weekend's ride was beautiful. Spring definitely abounds and it is apparent that summer is on its way quickly as the lighter lavender hues die out and a different color palette begins to take over.|
I am well aware of the fact that I can ride my bike in California, and in truth would likely get in even more ride time because I would have no responsibilities during my time there (other than my dog, of course), and as exciting as that sounds at the moment, the drudgery of the drive is making the trip sound completely unappealing. We have discussed the possibility of waiting until late in the summer and making the trip as a family time away, but that trip would be extremely short because of other obligations and limitations, making the drive seem even more pointless.
In the current moment, I am attempting to resolve whether this trip is going to take place or not, but I am also curious if anyone else goes through these periods of time in which the idea of travel is simply not motivating or interesting. This is a completely new experience for me because I have always enjoyed those often too-rare opportunities to get out and see things. I am not certain if my hesitation is based more on traveling without someone to talk to, the length of the trip, or something else entirely. While I am grateful to have the flexibility to choose a different time to go, I am amazed that I seem to have no desire to actually move forward with the trip. If you have thoughts on the matter, or have had your own moments like this, I welcome your experience(s).