The 'travel bug' is often described as a cure for boredom, but what if it's actually making us less content with our daily lives? I've taken two big trips this year—one to Japan and one to Portugal—and each time I came back, my ordinary routine felt flatter for weeks. I'm wondering if the constant chase for new destinations is just a treadmill that keeps us from building deeper satisfaction at home. Is the way we travel—always seeking the next highlight—actually undermining our long-term happiness?