I hate traveling. I just hate it. Give me the choice to visit any destination versus just staying home, and I will choose staying home every time.
It's not an easy thing to admit. It sounds provincial and narrow-minded and anti-intellectual. I would like to think I am not any of those things. I AM interested in other places and cultures, but would much prefer to learn about them through books, news, film, and exploring the treasure trove of online resources. I am not even sure that the right set of books and movies and documentaries wouldn't educate you much more about a particular place than actually visiting it would.
My experiences traveling have convinced me that just about anyplace you decide to go, you will be greeted by a sanitized version of reality that is only marginally edifying, and highly similar to any tourist destination anywhere. Wandering off the beaten path might get you closer to the 'real' people and culture of the place, but of course when you do that, the locals will loudly wonder why you are not at the tourist destination, and soon enough you will be wondering the same thing.
I hate packing. Traveling to airports. Airport security. Lines. Delays. Crowded, cramped planes. I hate jet lag. I hate not speaking a local language, and having to rely on locals who speak my language. I hate the feeling of not belonging, of being an interloper and treating someone else's life like an amusement attraction. I hate hotels, even nice ones. They are not my comfortable home and bed.
Most of all, I hate the feeling that I am supposed to feel bad about hating to travel.