When you travel for more than a few months at a stretch, it becomes a job. A job you don’t really like all the time. A job you start to complain about.
I should know - while skipping around the world for a year, I did a lot less skipping than I did budgeting, reading transportation timetables, and gesturing wildly to unsympathetic street vendors.
But eventually the journey ends, you return to your normal life, and something magical happens: you find yourself wanting that old job back, warts and all.
Here are ten things I couldn’t stand then, but am pining for now.