This hits home for me, I traveled the US and abroad, working on my startup and contracting, for over two years. At the time all I wanted was to drop everything and travel with no plans, but after a while all I wanted was my own place and my furniture and actually having friends I hang out with. I met a lot of people for short periods of time, but I lost contact with a lot of real friends back home. When I'd talk to friends or family we'd talk about my travels and they'd say how I was living the dream and they were envious, and I'd always have to soften it like the author by telling them I really just want to get my own place again. I was exhausted. I got back to LA a year ago and settled down and resumed life with my old friends. Thankful for the travels but very happy to be living a calmer more normal life now.
I guess there is a limit to how much you want to travel.
I think that people do want to travel. Years even. But not indefinitely. The amount of time before people get tired of traveling is different.
For the author, I think that time has come.
This feeling is similar to what I feel after having moved to new cities often in search of the next big job opportunity. Makes you question if it was worth it or not. The lack of strong social connections is certainly a downside. I don't even bother to check social media because it's no substitute (and often have the opposite effect, getting you down)
I'm disappointed that the "shoot me an e-mail" links to a signup page for his newsletter. He wrote "let's chat about it", but his e-mail address cannot be easily found. Bummer -- I would've liked to speak with him.