Couch. Photo by Warwick Meade.

Our travel experiences are exhausting me. It’s not a case of being homesick: We’re seeing some really stellar sights and it wouldn’t be possible if we stayed put in Washington.

I miss friends and family, but that is easily remedied with an email or Skype session.

I think I am dealing with a case of creature-comfort sickness.

Brat alert! What did you think was going to happen when you went backpacking through this region of the world?

I know, I know. This is what culture shock is, not just in language and culture but also in lifestyle, and I knew culture shock would come at some point. But how it would attack was something I had little experience in dealing with. Traveling far from home wasn’t an issue in the past, maybe because I knew at some point I’d be in a homey environment with a kitchen, a living room, and ability to make bad English puns to friends and family in no time.

What I’m missing the most is a couch. I don’t really miss Chipotle. At least not yet.

The places where we are staying are quite nice and comfortable, with air conditioning and good beds and HBO. But the rooms don’t have a couch. And a couch is what I miss the most.

This is a very low-grade problem that can be fixed with a reservation through Airbnb.

While we went out to a coffee cafe in the beach town of Nha Trang, Kiwi mentioned being eager to prepare a Sunday roast, something we started doing every Sunday in D.C. and something we cannot do in our hotel rooms.

On Sundays, we’d roast a whole chicken (olive oil, salt, pepper, rosemary and lemon in the cavity; if feeling crazy: seasoned with Old Bay and orange in the cavity), some potatoes (white and sweet), make some couscous, crack open a bottle of wine and watch some Netflix on our couch. Sometimes we would have friends over. Every time, it was our meal to prepare us for the week ahead.

It’s absolutely possible to get some couch- and roast-therapy in Southeast Asia. We could rent an apartment for night via Airbnb when we’re in Bangkok, buy a whole chicken from a street market, get some Thai herbs and citrus, buy some butter in lieu of olive oil, make some noodles, and create a Thai Sunday roast. That might salve some creature comfort sickness until we land in New Zealand.

We’re not sure if we’ll actually do a Thai Sunday roast on a couch. This trip is supposed to be two months actively off the couch, and yet what I miss is a good nap, cuddle, marathon on a couch. The irony is not lost on me.

Ever been homesick, or missing your favorite creature comfort? What did you do to make yourself feel better? Should we do a Thai Sunday roast? Share your story in the comments.