Holiday reflections

 

There are some disappointing moments in life, moments that make your mood change from happiness into wanting to revert back into a toddler, throw yourself onto the ground and have a tantrum and start yelling "I don't wanna!" whilst kicking your legs dramatically. 

The last day of a holiday is one of those moments. The above photo was taken this morning in the early hours whilst I was contemplating having to return to normality, (whatever that may be). 

I'm fairly optimistic so it wasn't that I was dreading coming home; sure the thought of having to get back into a routine of backpain, alarms, general day-to-day chores and anxiety wasn't exactly a reason to celebrate, (nor was having to unpack for that matter), but I would see my other friends again, my pets, my worldly possessions and various other reasons that would give me plenty of reason to look forward to getting back home. 

I suppose it's the same as when Christmas and New Years is over and melancholy kicks in - it kind of heralds an official end to that little slice of enjoyment for a bit and back to normality. But with normality comes a huge dollop of the unknown; will the next adventure be fun? Will anxiety kick in? Will the problems you put on hold for the period of time you were just enjoying the moment come back ten-fold?! 

I have some good things to look forward to, meeting my sister for the very first time in the morning which will be superb and getting to catch up with my other friends which I thoroughly enjoy. So, I already know nice things are on course so I guess the trick is to make normality feel like a holiday too...I'm not sure how just yet, but I'm working on it...