People keep asking me why I stayed at home this holiday season. To put it very mildly, there is absolutely nothing to do in the little Midwestern town where I live. So why didn't I travel anywhere during these winter holidays? Well, consider the following:
August 2003 - May 2007 - I travelled From New Haven, CT and Montreal, PQ and back by a Greyhound bus exactly 22 times. (That's a total of 44 Greyhound trips. 132 transfers.)
July 2007 - August 2008 - I travelled from Montreal, PQ to Lafayette, IN and back by a Greyhound bus exactly 8 times. That's a trip that lasts only 32 hours, if you are extremely lucky and don't get delayed anywhere. Which never happens. So it's a total of over 512 hours on a bus in just one year. These were not short trips. I would stay between 6 and 8 weeks every time, so I had to bring all of my stuff with me.
August 2008 - May 2009 - I travelled between Ithaca, NY and Lafayette, IN and Montreal PQ about once every six weeks. At least. Thankfully, at this point I was travelling by airplane. I was looking for a job, so I also had to travel for my job interviews.
May 2009 - December 2009 - I kept travelling between Baltimore, MD, Ithaca, NY, St, Louis, MO, and Montreal, PQ about once every three weeks. I was also on a job search, so I travelled to the MLA and the campus visits.
In those six years, I also moved between different states and different countries (which obviously included packing, moving and unpacking all of my stuff) 5 times. I have discovered that I'm reluctant to buy anything for my house here because whenever I see anything I might like to buy, I immediately imagine what a drag it would be to pack it.
Do you now see why I shudder at the sight of a suitcase after all that? I'm not saying travelling isn't fun, but staying put becomes very attractive after moving around as much as I have.