There are two big reasons for that.
One, is that my dad is sick from the side affects of a kidney transplant. My mom refuses to let him drive. They both work all day long, and then my mom drinks at night. I've been asking them to take me to ONE spot, ONE MILE DOWN THE FREAKIN' ROAD, for months now. I get promises, but no deliverance. So...that leaves me to the front yard, and the hay field when it's cut. I went to DIV twice, but we won't be going next year. We can't afford it. That just about broke what little heart I had.
Two, nothing is more rewarding than good ol' American capitalism. Buy a bottle for cheap, sell it for higher than what I put into it, and reward oneself with a nice relic from places I probably will never go.
It really is infuriating to me. We live so close, but it's out of my reach.