Me too. Part of it is I’m a creature of habit. I like MY things. When I was 7/my family went to Disneyland. And I loved it. But about day 3 I told my mon I couldn’t wait to get home. Why? “The drinking glasses here are so icky. Nothing ever gets cold ( you know plastic pebbly glasses in certain casual restaurants….that’s what they had all over DL. ) And I need my pillow. This one is too mushy. And the blankets aren’t soft… And I hate waiting for everyone to use the one bathroom. “.
Lol. Those were among my complaints. AT AGE SEVEN. I was not born to travel, clearly.