Certainly a first reason to go cruising is to see the world. Not just to see off the beaten track places, not just to see this grand globe of ours, but to do it slowly, at human speed. Leave Seattle on a plane in a cold rain in the dark, arrive Hawaii in blinding hot sunlight. There’s a dislocation there that confuses the senses and makes one feel apart from the scene. We may find one day that it’s chemical, physical in some way. I think our bodies know where on the globe we are and are discomfited by such sudden leaps.
However, leave Seattle in a cold dark rain and spend three weeks gradually watching the days warm and the sun rise earlier and set later… now when you arrive you’re in sync. And maybe there’s a sense of belonging, of having earned that belonging if you’ve gotten yourself there by your own efforts. Or is it that you have your home with you, so now you really do live there. You settle in and go to the grocery store and cook your meals; then you are resident, you belong, you’re not a tourist.
And the bit about having your home with you. That seems important. As an introvert traveling the regular way is quite exhausting. I do retreat to my hotel room and a book to recoup, but it’s still a strange room, not home. And maybe I forgot to bring my favorite tea and I certainly don’t have my favorite tea cup to drink it from. When cruising I will have my home with me and I think that provides a groundedness that will be comforting and strengthening. And just plain easier.