I read a lot of travel blogs, and don’t get me wrong—I love them—but I’m admitting it: I’m no traveler. You may be asking yourself, Wait. If she’s no traveler, why is she always traveling? Good question, my friend.

It’s for the food. Yum! (Kidding. Mainly.)

I like staying put, whether that means staying put in the US or staying put in Spain. I like my home, my things, my comfort zone. I like knowing I’m insured. You know, lame things like that. I know that these aren’t great excuses—heck, there’s even backpacker insurance out there for you people who are adventurous (read: more adventurous than me)!

Me at my most comfortable: warm pub, a good drink, and great company.

Nowadays when I travel, it’s mainly to reunite with that boy of mine or to see friends/family (like my trip to Houston last July). I am not a person that has a natural itch to travel just for travel’s sake. Instead, I have to be prompted by pictures like the one above or by posts about other blogger’s 7 Super Shots.

Sometimes I do feel a bit alone in the travel blog/expat blog world. I mean, I love seeing new places, true. But I also love my bed. Are these things irreconcilable?