Some people are constantly going on trips up and down the coast. They are restless
wherever they go by land or by sea. "Let's go to Campania," they say. But they get
there and they become bored with its luxuriousness. "Let's hurry off to Bruttium
and the forests of Lucania." Yet when they get to these remote, rural areas, they
start craving city life again. Then they say: "Let's go to Tarentum. It has a famous
harbor and mild winters." "No, let's go back to Rome," others say because they miss
constant noise and the sight of human blood in the arena.

Seneca, Peace of Mind 2.13