Well, I’ve lived a lot and travelled a lot. Everything goes with you. If you don’t like where you are, what is it that’s going to be different somewhere else? I lived in Asia all my adult life, and when I needed to return to my own culture, there was a huge blast of painful reverse culture shock. Absolutely the same as culture shock (everyone’s dirty and slow and stupid and noisy and wtf do they do that and they’re all fucking looking at me and why does it have to be so fucking hard to pay utility bills, and the bank tellers are stupid bitches, and the public bathrooms are gross and the traffic is insane, and etc, etc.) and all the things that all-the-six months in newbs said when I was in France, Thailand, etc.
Middle class people of our generation revere travel as an end in itself. We are supposed to pride ourselves on our ability to catch long haul flights and google information as if it gives us special exotic powers such as the ability to ‘understand other cultures’, as if ‘those people’ are fundamentally different from us. Whether we’re following the buffalo herd or simply indulging our pointless wanderlust, all we are doing is indulging ourselves.
Let go of your preconceptions, and go to join the daily grind on the other side of the world. All it will teach you is that there was nothing to learn.