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别样旅行：只规划，不启程 　　I spend way more time than I should on Airbnb1）. I love scrolling through other people’s lovingly decorated （or hideously appointed2）） rental properties and homes around the world， and imagining which most suits my needs for a beach weekend away， a jaunt3） in the woods， or a cheap-but-restorative mini-vacation to an idyllic small town. Why am I considering a vacation anyway when my life is pretty good right here？ 　　The thing is， I’m not planning an actual vacation. I just like to look. 　　For a while I chalked my Airbnb penchant up4） to routine procrastination， which meant it was bad for me. It was something to do while I thought about doing the stuff I was supposed to do， and we all know that’s the hallmark of a time-waster， something that should be eradicated from a productive life post-haste5）. However， unlike sitting for hours in front of America’s Next Top Model reruns， looking at rental properties online had the additional benefit of making me feel productive and enlightened， like it was research that might actually get me somewhere， quite literally. 　　After all， we are supposed to occasionally leave the comfort zones of our daily lives and explore and see and learn， or lie in the sun， or both. So it was justifiable， in a way， to log hours on the site， checking in in the morning to see if maybe there’d be some new properties listed in a dreamed-about location， starting wish lists for places ranging from coastal American towns to Paris， and checking out locations where my dollar seemed to get me a lot farther than in Brooklyn. Even if I’m not really going to go. 　　I’ve imagined countless trips， for “writing retreats，” “leaf-peeping，” “girls’ weekends，” “romantic getaways6），” “adventure travel，” “learning to speak another language，” or “building my global consciousness.” I let my mind roam wild， picturing myself in places that were a far cry from7） my typical vacation. There was the glamping8） tent where I might luxuriate in nature with 100 pe