It has been 3 weeks since Donna and I got back from our holiday and the so called “coming home blues” has truly set in. I first read about this condition on the Sydney Morning Herald, a blogger who wrote it, nailed it, when he wrote:
there’s always the realisation that things at home aren’t as fun as they are on holidays.
Although it was the first time that I’ve travelled, I could relate to this article because I felt like it was Monday evey day since I’ve been back. I’ve just recently had six days off but it was not enough to cure this downer and I’ve also been sneaking peeks at Jetstar, Qantas, Virgin Blue and other airlines to find the cheapest flights to some random destination. I want to get up and go again, it doesn’t really matter where. Don’t get me wrong I love Sydney and I truly believe that it deserves it’s place as the number 1 travel destination in the world, but for me, I’ve lived here for almost 20 years – it’s all the same to me after a while.
Every now and then I find myself staring at the travel pictures, not so much wishing I was there but more what I was feeling when that exact photo was taken. Each photo is a memory, a reminder of what you saw and how you felt when you took it. To others viewing the photo its only about the visual stimulation for me its different, I think that’s probably why I took almost two thousand pictures.
Most of the time you never really truly appreciate where you are and what it is that you’re doing until you’re no longer there. All of a sudden the most trivial things about those places means so much more to you than what they ever did.
Anyways, I hope Donna & I get to see some more of the world in the next few years.
