The kind of person who travels?

Bizarrely, this is one of those topics which actually makes me feel mildly uncomfortable.

Nowadays, travel is a huge part of the lives of so many people.  It's so easy to get a flight to some far off county, find a cheap deal, or organise a last minute trip.  It's exciting and liberating.

And I hate it.

Okay, so hate is maybe a bit of a strong word.  Dislike, perhaps.  Dislike flying, dislike staying in beds that aren't mine (and might not be clean, ugh!) and my favourite part of any trip is definitely coming home again.

The strongest feeling I get when people talk about their travels is jealousy.

I really wish I travelled.  I really wish I wanted to travel.  But, quite simply, I don't.

When I was younger, we travelled a lot.  4 different primary schools, 4 different houses, 3 different towns.  We also had lots of holidays - the Channel islands, Portugal, Spanish islands, Greece, Florida...not to mention holidays to the mainland when we lived on the Isle of Lewis.

I feel so fortunate to have had all of these experiences.  And I loved them.

I often wonder if these are the reasons for my lack of desire to travel now.  Don't get me wrong, I'd LOVE to see the world.  There are so many places that sound amazing.  Maybe one day.

But for now, you know what?  Travelling just isn't my thing.

And that's OK.

And when I can have experiences like these in this country throughout the year, what does it even matter?

The kind of person who blogs

I'm the kind of person who spends a lot of time with my friends and family. The kind of person who spends way too much time on Facebook. The kind of person who tries to say yes and not cancel plans once they have been made.  I'm the kind of person who eats too much junk food and cares about what other people think a bit too much!

I once read that when you decide to make changes to your life and develop new habits, you should say "I am the kind of person who does this."  It is, apparently, much more effective than overthinking the process of change and making a big deal out of it all.  

One day I decided I'd like to be the kind of person who irons.  And now I am.  And although it's a bit of a task, and I hate having ironing on my mental to-do list, I do feel quite a sense of achievement at the end.  Plus, I get to watch TV without feeling guilty.  

Look how beautiful it can be!  

Obviously, I have failed at the attempt to be 'the kind of person who...' many a time.  I have tried to be the kind of person who goes to the gym, who makes the bed every morning, who walks to work and who has a skin care routine.  But life gets in the way, I get lazy, sometimes I'm running late...and there is always a more effortless shortcut to get through the day.  

I am attempting to be the kind of person who is more organised.  My friends and family, I'm sure, will completely disagree with my efforts in this, but I know I'm more organised than I was a few years ago.  It's not one of those things you can just decide, though - with being more organised, you have to play a bit of catch up before you are ready to start afresh!  And hopefully these long school holidays will put me just that little bit closer to being the kind of person who is organised.

Now I'm the kind of person who blogs.  I just decided that three days ago, and here I am, on my second blog post. 

Now, if only I could be the kind of person who hates chocolate...?