Sometimes traveling sucks. There, I said it, and I hate to admit it, but sometimes traveling really does suck. Our last week of life on the road was draining, stressful, tense, confusing, difficult, and just all around, um, sucky. Not just for a few minutes, or an hour, but for multiple days … Everything. Just. Sucked. *
I posted before that we could easily live in Sydney, but after that things just sort of fell apart. We started to stress about money. We bickered. We got lost. We struggled with the heat. We struggled even more with the torrential downpours. We rented a stick shift camper van without knowing how to drive a stick shift. The frequent stalls and grinding gears made us even crankier. After Sydney, we sort of failed in Australia.
But, today? Today, I have a closet! A beautiful, glorious closet! I got to unpack my backpack and organize. For the first time in a month, my clothes are hung up and folded instead of rolled and compressed and stuffed in a pack.
I get to open two white closet doors, look at all my clothes, then decide what to wear. And this has made everything okay. Okay enough to discover the reason behind the suck—we had been traveling too fast. We were suffering from Travel Burnout.
How did it happen? After our wonderful (but busy) week of WWOOFing, we only spent three days in Sydney trying to do and see everything possible. Then, we drove a campervan up the East coast of Australia from Sydney to Brisbane through Transfer Car—a vehicle relocation service that lets rental companies save money by giving travelers the chance to return one-way rentals.
The great part of the campervan? We saved about $500. The bad part? We only had two nights to drive over 10 hours that passed about six major areas we wanted to explore. We spent, at most, a few hours at each location and were much too tired and in a rush to actually enjoy much of it.
Then we spent one quick night in Brisbane (Travel Burnout sign #1: Need to stop. We spent 18 hours straight in our Airbnb, just resting and recharging), then hopped on a long flight to Bali. When we landed, we rushed northwest to Canggu for a quick two-night stay (Travel Burnout sign #2: Lack of energy. We stayed within five blocks of our hotel the whole time). Finally, we took a very long Uber to Ubud (say that ten times fast) where I found the beautiful closet that saved me.
After we arrived at our apartment and unpacked, I took a deep breath and finally relaxed. And not just because my clothes get to rest outside their compression cubes, but because we have a WHOLE WEEK booked at this Airbnb.
This super comfortable apartment that has nightstands with reading lights and a comfy bed with memory foam. And after this week in Ubud, we have NOTHING else planned until April. UNTIL APRIL! I am so excited to have nothing to race off to do. No Schedule! Andrew and I can just relax and enjoy our day-to-day routine in this beautiful place.
So. After overbooking ourselves and running around three countries in a month, we now have some time to relax and breathe and to make sure going forward that we don’t let the traveling suck. Another lesson learned.
*Don’t get me wrong. I know that I am incredibly fortunate to be able to take this journey and in no way does my complaining change that. But life is never just sunshine and ice cream (because ice cream is better than roses) and I want this blog to be a realistic account of our adventures, so I am going to complain sometimes, alright? Please don’t hold it against me! :)