Here's the thing: I'm both!
I LOVE to travel. I crave it. Right now I'm getting antsy because I have a photo trip to Iceland planned in August, and I can't wait. Last year I spent two months driving across the US -- just myself, a tiny camping trailer, and my photo gear, and I absolutely loved it. I only got homesick after day 60 (out of 69 days away).
I find my wanderlust pretty fascinating, since I am the child of a serious agoraphobic. My mom was not comfortable going anywhere she did not already know, much less going to another country. In her 80 years, she never flew on an airplane, and I don't think she ever ventured out of the state of Maryland during my lifetime.
But when I'm home from my travels, I like to be at home. I love our home and always look forward to returning, even when enjoying my adventures. Years ago, I used to go out most nights to see live bands, drink with friends, etc., but now I'm much more content to be home with my husband, the dogs, and a good book or an episode of Treme or some such.
So I would say I'm a balance of both, if such a thing is possible. I think I'm incredibly lucky that I get to experience both!