New Years Travel Poem

Whenever I want to see a new place,

I dream of just grabbing my ratty old suitcase.

In that moment, I don't think of unexpected blights.

Gone from my mind are past travel companion fights.

I take out a map to sooth my wandering mood,

then I make plans to try exotic new food.

For me, travel can be on a hometown lane,

Or way across the country on a gorgeous slow train.

Over monuments and fairs and museums I have cooed.

I can't remember one sight I have ever truly booed.

After all these adventures I chase,

until finally I return, happily, to my lovely home base.