For the longest time I thought I wanted to travel the world and move from country to country “experiencing” things, but then I found myself in India reading a book on a rooftop with and not really wanting to do anything else, and I thought, Did I really come all the way to India just to read a book? I could be doing this at home. Ever since then, much like you said, the appeal of traveling has lost its luster. If I hadn’t have done it though, I don’t think I’d be able to say that. Also, possibly similar to you, I had to come to another country in order to plant roots and feeling comfortable with living a “regular” life.