I've never really considered it. I went to school in England for a summer and had a little time to check out Paris, but I really didn't see why people are so enamored of traveling. I'm glad I did it though just to realize that I wasn't really missing anything.
I should mention though that a lot of this has to do with my OCD. Traveling is basically trauma for me. I can't decide what to pack. I'm always worried that I'm going to lose shit. It used to take me hours to check the apartment or house before I could leave. It was so bad I had to take pictures of things like faucets and gas stove because I knew I would question myself later. And since the idea of "enjoying life" generally involves the outdoors in some way, that's a deal breaker. Last year I went with some friends to check out a campsite. No camping, just looking. I was almost paralyzed worrying about Lone Star ticks and Lyme disease. I never go out at night in the warmer months because really hate getting bit. I could go on for a while but I'll leave it there.
Things have gotten a lot better though. I'm not nearly as much of a basket case as I used to be but don't go calling me "normal." I'm not even normal adjacent.
The only thing I really want to do now is go cruising. That poses a lot fewer problems for me although I probably won't even do that until there's a vaccine for the norovirus.
I understand that a lot. Being introvert/nerd my self also. I never traveled for sake of going places and see things. All my travels were just to get away from my busy life. Sure i would visit Paris, because it was 2h by train, but there i would just sit and watch and try some food, not feeling obligation to check mails.
And yes, when you have nothing, you cannot really forget to pack anything...