The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.
-G. K. Chesterton
I've got traveling bones. Always have. Keep me in one place for too long and I'll start to feel it. I like to question people's motives, including my own, and I've come to the conclusion that my love for being on the move has nothing to do with escape. I love my home. Say what you will about Northwest, Indiana, but my people are there, I live in pleasant part of town, with a modest lifestyle (living beyond ones needs has a certain air of waste to it, I think), and it's where I grew up.
But, and this is a big but, there's no substitute for experiencing a new part of the world for the first time. New architecture, new culture, new food. New words, new jokes, new nature. Every time, I feel as though I understand something new about myself and maybe even a little about humanity. There's something to be said about holding a mirror up to yourself from time to time and that tends to be easier in light of new information. From a new perspective.
I'm traveling with my family this weekend. We're not going too far. No drastic changes in landscape, but still worthy of the word 'travel' . One of the things I'm most glad about is that my kids will get a breath of fresh air. Getting out of one's routine, even if your routine is to play with toys, is a good thing sometimes. Helps get the metaphorical blood pumping. Stagnation is a stealthy foe, even amongst the young.
So, go somewhere. If you have kids, take them with. It doesn't have to be far at all or for a long period of time. Just a slight change of scenery will do. Drive forty-five minutes to a county park or free museum if that's all you can spare, but don't just sit at home thinking about it.