I always solo travelled when I wanted to "run away" from my life. Now there's nothing to run away from

I have this pattern in my life that I just up and leave for a trip whenever things get a bit rough and I have the means to do so. Last year I did this through a volunteer project and had a really fun time.

Now I feel a bit restless again, but this time it's... Different. I don't feel like I *need* to go away to stay sane, like I did before, but there's this project in Iceland... And I mean Iceland is so cool I have always wanted to go there and the project itself is also very interesting but... It would be for four weeks during the summer, when I would have lots of free time finally and have the chance to relax a bit and just regroup I guess. I will be going back to university in September, starting a new program, so life will not be stress-free.

Because of all that, I have found myself in this impossible dilemma. Do I stay home to finally spend more time with my partner and maybe go on a trip with him? Do I stay home to crochet, bake bread, go bouldering and play DnD with friends before life gets crazy again? Or do I go to Iceland and get a different flavor of crazy, do something meaningful and possibly meet great people again and learn a lot.

I thought I was *such* a sucker for travelling solo and now suddenly I am not so keen on leaving my life behind, even just for four weeks. How does one make such a decision. I know it's not the most serious thing in the world and maybe I sound dramatic or this reeks of privilege or something I don't know. But I thought maybe you fellow solo travellers would have some input.