Would I be cynical to say that the concept of holidays can be overrated? I know some holidays are wonderful, others can be a bit of a let down, but we are brainwashed into thinking we must want/need/enjoy ever more exotic holidays to the point where you feel odd enjoying staying close to or simply staying at home. Yes there are places in the world I might never see, but I am not going to fret. There are lovely parts of the UK which are much more accessible especially for short breaks. That's fine too. We are each individuals and if we are lucky enough to be able to do as we like we shouldn't ever feel we need to make excuses. As a child I used to cry (!) the night before we left wherever we were on holiday, to come home. I loved being away (as did my parents), from our small Scottish town which was , frankly, a bit dull. As a young mum trying to pack for a DH and 3 small children I used to think "This is going to have to be a d**n good holiday to make all this fuss worth it!" I hated packing, hated the journey to wherever and it was sometimes a relief to be home again. That said there are places where I could hardly bear to leave - Tobermory on Mull, for instance, Berlin,Neuchatel, North Norfolk (when the sun was shining) and Ludlow in Shropshire.
But on the whole, like the song says "It's very nice to go travelling, to London, Paris or Rome, it's very nice to go travelling , but it's so much nicer to come home"!!!!