Simple, it is the fear of living a life without traveling.  Like many of you reading this, travel has meant the world to me.   The thousands, if not millions, of little memories of far-flung destinations and touching interactions with countless people have shaped me into the person that I am today.

My dad, who was an avid traveller, once jokingly told me that he would have anxiety when he was returning home from a trip but didn’t have his next one planned out yet.  That is where the idea of notripophobia came from.  My dad died unexpectedly in 2010 and the name has been bouncing around in my mind ever since.   So I dedicate this page to my father and to all of the people that knew and loved him.