Travel is all fun and games until you do it for 18 months straight. Up until now, there's nothing I loved more than a panoramic view or a badass church where Jesus still lives.
There's nothing a stranger loves to bring up more after hearing that you did this than saying something like, "OMG WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?!" (Some day, when Black Mirror is our reality, I'll shove a video-edition of this blog post in their face via my bionic brain and the power of Elon Musk.) Until then, I'm gonna get all up in my feelings about this. Just like anything you do in life, after traveling the world for a while, some stuff just gets boring. Or annoying. So sue me.
And yeah, I know that after reading this some people will be all,
"Well what DO YOU LIKE ABOUT TRAVEL, LAUR-ENNNNNN?"
THE ANSWER IS NOTHING, MORON.
Travel MADE ME LIKE THIS.
*books a flight to Greece*
And now I present to you, oh loyal reader (sup mom), shit that's super annoying to me after traveling the world for an extended period...