Why does every trip feel like the same trip?

Nasreddin traveled from Konya to Damascus to Baghdad, always with the same rug and the same donkey. In each city he unrolled the rug in a good spot, told his three best jokes, complained about the donkey, and counted his coins before dark. A young man said, 'Hodja, you've seen the whole world — tell me your adventures!' Nasreddin said, 'I have had none. I have only moved my rug to new dirt.' That is what a repeat trip is. New airport, same you: same itinerary, same restaurants your friend recommended, same three photos you already imagined taking. The dirt changes. Nothing that happens to you does. An adventure needs a gap you didn't plan — a missed bus, a stranger's tip, an afternoon with nothing booked. You don't need a wilder destination. You need less control over the one you already picked.