The first time I heard the term ‘staycation,’ followed by a casual and slightly unnecessary explanation of what it was, I thought it was ridiculous that anyone would need to justify spending their time off where they live. Where I’m from, doing such is hardly universal, but it’s pretty normal for people to not go anywhere that’s supposed to be special. Special is key to staycations; one is suppose to get out there and enjoy the unsung cultural offerings of one’s city/town. But especially for people who are, to some insider-outsider’s perspective, some strange part of a place’s cultural offerings, such things often don’t exist in the first place.
As a concept, ‘staycation’ is best-served by people whom are used to having options beyond things that are close enough–basically, the upwardly mobile (as much as some people can be these days). Sometimes I think that they’re tourists wherever they go, and that might be sadder if so much of wherever is supposed to be nice wasn’t tourist-centric. This, however, does not negate that the idea that you should get out there and enjoy the best of wherever you live is a positive one. For takers of staycations, staying home can’t just be staying home, and if you’re not in a place that’s all that great, staying home isn’t necessarily conducive to even recharging one’s batteries.
So idealizing whatever pockets of free time one has is actually quite important. The only thing about that is, for some people, that’s pretty against the grain.