Years ago I traveled to Italy. I did a full tour around the country and everything and for some reason I just wanted to go back home.
I remember spending the entire time talking to my family, worrying about what was going on and when I was going home. Before boarding the flight back, I was gagging out of nervousness because of the thought that I'd be stuck there.
Years later I'm looking back and I'm so mad at myself because why couldn't I have just enjoyed the trip like a normal person.