7 signs you might be a travel addict
Welcome to my meltdown Monday. As my fellow travel addicts know, traveling all the time just isn’t possible. And during those in-between phases, when you’re stuck in a fluorescent-lit cubicle working for The Man or The Woman, every once in a while a day comes along that saps you of all productivity as your brain rationalizes the merits of leaving it all behind.
Today is that day. All I can think about is getting to LAX in time to catch the 11:50pm Cathay Pacific flight to Hong Kong (it’s $777 one-way, same day purchase. Yes, I actually checked).
So in honor of my travel meltdown today, I thought about what drives me, and what tells me that I have a dark passenger of travel. Here are the seven deadly signs of travel addiction:
- When friends call you their first question is always, “Where are you?”
- You’ve added extra pages to your passport several times. To the point that it can’t stay closed when you set it down.
- Driving by the airport, the sight of four Qantas jumbos lined up in a row can move you to tears.
- Your life is going perfectly well – good friends, good job, etc., but some days all you can think about is a one-way ticket the hell out of town. And the longer you go between trips, the more frequent those days become.
- Friends with spouses and children live vicariously through your tweets and Facebook updates.
- You start looking for any excuse to get out of town: “Hey, I haven’t had lunch with Bill in a while.” You live in New York. Bill lives in San Francisco.
- You start to wonder just how much damage it would do to your life to spontaneously pick up and disappear for three-to-six months.
What do you think? Do you feel that same burning desire to keep moving at all costs?
