We spend much of our working lives imagining freedom.
Freedom from alarms.
Freedom from deadlines.
Freedom from managers, commutes, bills and limited annual leave.
We picture a future in which the calendar finally opens and life becomes our own. We will travel for longer, stay wherever we like and leave whenever a place begins to feel stale.
No return flight.
No Monday morning.
No one waiting for us to report for duty.
It sounds like the final reward for decades of obligation.
But there is a problem hidden inside that fantasy.
Once nothing is forcing us to be anywhere, freedom no longer tells us where to go.
Once nothing has to be done, the day no longer tells us what it is for.
And once travel no longer has an ending, it gradually stops feeling like travel.
This is where the Travel Treadmill begins..