When Taking a Two Week Vacation is Too Long
I created this blog/website as a both a personal project and information source based upon all the traveling I did over the last few years. There’s something exciting about strategizing well-written articles on the internet and then watching your website grow. It sounds terrible as a travel blogger, but blogging for the sake of sharing my travels has absolutely no interest to me. I don’t find it fulfilling to post my diary of travels on the internet – that’s what Instagram is for. This occurred to me when I started this blog.
The thing is though, I hit a point a couple of years ago when I no longer enjoyed traveling as much as I used to. Things started to change and my values starting changing. Living in Asia, it was easy to go anywhere we wanted to, but there became a point when I was actually happier just working and creating. Instead of traveling and going to more places, I actually started to feel a lot happier and fulfilled at home, sitting at my desk. Now though I feel it takes a richer experience for me to enjoy it more. At one point it would be enough for me to wander the streets of Tokyo, go shopping, and indulge in spas and food.
Now though I feel it takes a richer experience for me to enjoy it more. At one point it would be enough for me to wander the streets of Tokyo, go shopping, and indulge in spas and food. Now though, it feels more empty. My favorite moments from this trip were always enriched with culture, religion, and nature. I’m back in Japan for two weeks and a part of me feels like it’s too long of a trip, but perhaps this is the nature of the trip.
But then I thought about it. So much of what we normally do when we travel is splurge (generally what you do on vacation). But I’ve realized that these things no longer make me quite as happy as they used to. The moments this trip that I enjoyed the most were those spent wandering around ancient temples and streets. Although, I highly enjoyed every single moment I spent at the Park Hyatt Tokyo, but this was largely due to my deep appreciation for Japanese service and architecture and design. I’ve realized that at some point the part of me that enjoyed splurging on spa days at The Ritz no longer finds this fulfilling.
I’ve already spent two weeks off literally not being productive and I feel like a part of me is deteriorating inside. I’ve had a great time in Japan. I’ve splurged a ton, I had some great food, and I’ve enjoyed so much of it, but I’ve hit a wall. Two weeks is a long fucking time to take off of yourself. And I still plan on going to California, but I’m excited about this too. But a month is a significant part of the year to take time off of yourself.
I’m fortunate because I already spent the younger part of my twenties pretty much living the retirement dream that most people strive to work for all their lives. But I think the bigger blessing is not that I’ve seen this much of the world already, but the fact that I no longer have that itch or desire or often pang of regret people get when they want to travel but can’t. I had that feeling for a long time and it’s a vast feeling of discontent. I feel liberated that I can joyfully and happily work every day of my life until I’m 100 and I won’t feel like I’ve missed out on anything by not spending my retirement years seeing the world. I never want to retire.
There are a few places left in this world that I want to go to, but two weeks off is a long time to spend on vacation. I think perhaps if I had booked more hiking excursions this trip or traveled across India or Tanzania, I’d feel differently. There’s something new and stimulating to learn on a daily basis and I find that more culturally and spiritually enriching. I’ve missed Japan tremendously, but two weeks off re-visiting old places has proved much too long for me. It’s bitter sweet because when I’m walking around my old home of Minatomirai, I don’t want to leave. I love this place so much.
But if you’re not doing anything new I guess I always got a similar feeling when I would go home to visit my parents for an extended period of time. After a few weeks sooner or later I got a bit restless despite how much I enjoyed spending time there. Except that was always more enriching.