When I was a kid coming home from holidays was bittersweet.
The great unfettered days of vacation were over and normality had to be embraced once more. There was a sense of loss and a longing for the wondrous adventures that had been mine whilst on holiday. I would count up how many days it would be before I could once again declare myself to be ‘away on holidays’.
But..it was kind of nice to be at home again. All the familiar things brought comfort and the odds and ends that one didn’t/couldn’t take away were there waiting to be of use again. Home was always a good place to be.
These days when I come home from holidays, as was the case today, the moment is still bittersweet. I am home where I am at my most comfortable. I was welcomed with great enthusiasm by my two gorgeous doggies who had been cared for by our wonderful house-sitter. I had unlimited access to the Internet which I, technophile that I am, had missed so much.
The downside is that I will have to go back to work on Tuesday, unless the Lotto fairy works her magic for me tonight, and that there is an enormous pile of washing waiting for me in the laundry.
How do you feel when your holidays are over?
P.S. It was a great holiday.