For 25 years living in rural North Dakota I was so content where I was that I had no interest in travel. I'd hear the whistle of a train on the tracks 1/4 mile away and think "I'm glad I'm not on that train."
Then things changed and I started to travel. Four years abroad (Mexico and Spain to learn Spanish). Two trips to Kenya while I was living in Spain. Snorkeling/diving in the Caribbean. Hiking in Scotland, Mexico, Canada, Arizona. Gallery-hopping in Santa Fe, NM. Then I discovered kayaking in Maui and that became one of my regular trips. For about 15 years I took 3 or 4 trips a year, in addition to spending the summer hiking in Canada.
When I decided that I was no longer able to hike safely (poor balance, mostly) I moved to Maui, where I am now. I belong to two canoe clubs and I can paddle nearly every day, year 'round.
And now I have no further need to travel. When you live in paradise and you can go out paddling in an outrigger canoe just about every day of the year, travel seems pointless: All the expense and hassle and delays and missed connections and lost luggage, just to get to a place that's not as nice as where you are.
Except that last fall I went to Tahiti to swim with the humpback whales, and that was so special that I may have to go back. Probably not this year because it would conflict with the Paddle for Life, a journey by canoe from Maui to Lana'i and back the next day, as a fund-raiser for the Pacific Cancer Foundation. I'm happy to support the PCF, but I'm really doing it for the paddling.