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.