You're not the only person who does as you describe. I just read an article about a tribe of Neanderthals who lived in isolation in the same mountain valley for a hundred thousand years. Apparently, they didn't score any hot Neanderthal fresh genes from the next valley over for six digits worth of years for...reasons. On average, people of European or Asian descent have one to two percent of their genetic makeup from these unadventurous ancestors. So, people get this honestly. The Neanderthals didn't go extinct. They are us in modern hybrid form. Therefore, relax and enjoy your ungodly delicious Aussie coffee at your local haunt. You honor the ancestors by doing so.
There is comfort in the familiar, even if you're keen to explore new spaces. I've had to travel for work a lot the last couple of years and I find myself booking the same hotel each time I visit Sydney because it feels like 'home' simply because it's familiar and I've got the trains, the convenience store and other essentials sorted out, which gives me the confidence to go try new stuff while I'm there.
A visit to Haigh's for chocolate is essential though. It's how I pay my BFF for cat sitting.
Its the same drive that sees me order the same thing at my favourite Chinese restaurant. I always try an order one new dish, but why wouldn't I choose what I know I enjoy. "I did some new things, of course. I don’t want to get divorced after all" lol.
ha. Humans are creatures of habit. Why risk going somewhere new when it might be a disappointment and you can go somewhere you know you can get an average comfort experience. On saying that i've been trying to branch out the last few years (with a few years of hiccoughs with the covid years in between there). Go to new restaurants, try something different, stay in new places, walk a different path to somewhere etc. (jeezus, starting to sound a bit like trainspotting there!)
Sometimes its just okay, you can rave about the good ones and equally rave about the bad ones.
There is comfort in routine and returning to old places we have been before. And there are memories in visiting new places and seeing new things. Balance in all things.
Me though? I fucking hate new things and change. Good thing I am not married.
You're not the only person who does as you describe. I just read an article about a tribe of Neanderthals who lived in isolation in the same mountain valley for a hundred thousand years. Apparently, they didn't score any hot Neanderthal fresh genes from the next valley over for six digits worth of years for...reasons. On average, people of European or Asian descent have one to two percent of their genetic makeup from these unadventurous ancestors. So, people get this honestly. The Neanderthals didn't go extinct. They are us in modern hybrid form. Therefore, relax and enjoy your ungodly delicious Aussie coffee at your local haunt. You honor the ancestors by doing so.
There is comfort in the familiar, even if you're keen to explore new spaces. I've had to travel for work a lot the last couple of years and I find myself booking the same hotel each time I visit Sydney because it feels like 'home' simply because it's familiar and I've got the trains, the convenience store and other essentials sorted out, which gives me the confidence to go try new stuff while I'm there.
A visit to Haigh's for chocolate is essential though. It's how I pay my BFF for cat sitting.
Its the same drive that sees me order the same thing at my favourite Chinese restaurant. I always try an order one new dish, but why wouldn't I choose what I know I enjoy. "I did some new things, of course. I don’t want to get divorced after all" lol.
ha. Humans are creatures of habit. Why risk going somewhere new when it might be a disappointment and you can go somewhere you know you can get an average comfort experience. On saying that i've been trying to branch out the last few years (with a few years of hiccoughs with the covid years in between there). Go to new restaurants, try something different, stay in new places, walk a different path to somewhere etc. (jeezus, starting to sound a bit like trainspotting there!)
Sometimes its just okay, you can rave about the good ones and equally rave about the bad ones.
There is comfort in routine and returning to old places we have been before. And there are memories in visiting new places and seeing new things. Balance in all things.
Me though? I fucking hate new things and change. Good thing I am not married.