"I love to travel" is a dealbreaker. How do I deal?

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So I went on another date last night. We met on Whisper, where I had posted that I had been on 50-something first dates with only 6 or so second dates. We started talking several weeks ago, had similar interests, she had cute photos, so we finally met last night. We went for drinks/videogames at an arcade/bar (not a Dave & Busters, think something like a Barcade except this isn't Brooklyn), and she says she had fun, and we were out for awhile.

However, I wasn't particularly feeling any chemistry/things were slow-paced. A shoulder brushed against another at most, but that's that. It didn't help she was...more than her photos; that by itself isn't the end of the world (I'm shallow, but not completely sh allow), but on the drive home, we started talking long-term plans/interests/things, and she mentioned that she would ideally like the option to pack up and move once every few months.

Don't get me wrong. Travelling to new places can be fun. Be it a music festival/Burning Man, or an international conference on a specialty topic, travel can in fact broaden your own base of knowledge and make you more well-rounded. However, I always viewed travel as a side-effect of finding personal hobbies first. As an example, I got into blacksmithing several months ago and usually travel across the Carolinas to attend assorted meets/classes, as well as smithing festivals/competitions, and am planning for the State fair.

What I *don't* get is the desire to constantly uproot yourself again and again. You don't settle in one place, build a home, build a community, hone a craft, or otherwise improve yourself or your own standing. You take in a lot of unusual sites and locations with the hope that they will make you interesting by proxy. More stereotypically, you go to a lot of parties (and have a lot of flings) with a lot of expatriates and rich (or debt-ridden) 20-somethings where you play russian roulette with other people's drinks, only with roofies instead of bullets. The closest analogy I could think of is being on a constant high, only you're spending all your money on plane tickets and lodging rather than on drugs (though you're probably spending your fair share on them too).

So although we were out for a good while/she said she enjoyed her time, there was a mix of lack of attraction, and a fundamental difference in worldviews about viewing the world. I wish I could consider this an isolated case, except this *really* isn't. Travel is aggressively marketed as a right of the privileged to "gain life experience." And that's really what it feels like: Privilege.

Is there a middle ground that exists/a way to compromise with people that view travel as an inherent right and obligation? Or do I just avoid dealing with people like this altogether? Or am I just a curmudgeon of a homebody?

Intellectually, the idea is to still travel while you can--you can't do that sort of thing once you settle down and have kids. And, by the time the kids are grown, your health may not be good enough for travel.

You could date more mature people, but they want to have kids and settle down.

It was a first date. The conversation came up because of some discussion about plans to hang out again (the way I always viewed it, "eh" chemistry doesn't mean that we can't be friends, and I did have fun). She mentioned traveling up to Indiana for a wedding, conversation became about her growing up moving a lot, and enjoying that.

I don't think she specifically is some travel snob, but her statement set off a major red flag. Mostly because I've gotten emotionally entangled (read: led on) with women that have mindsets like "travel to exotic places, have wild flings, forget about them when they come home" before.

I'm probably not going to pursue a relationship with her. If she doesn't want to hang out again, I'm able to cut my losses. I've done it at least 50 times now.