First world problem and totally grateful we even got to go on holiday in the first place given the current world situation…
But… we’re now home from a wonderful break and I’m so gutted it’s over.
No more lounging around in the sun, with a bit of snorkeling thrown in for good measure. No more reading books and splashing in the pool. No more mooching around little villages and enjoying warm evenings.
DH has started to tackle the washing, but I just feel so ugh at being home.
We have too much stuff in the house - we need to declutter and simplify things. Having limited stuff with us was a dream on holiday.
Life in general is soooo full on - work, kids school stuff, play dates, activities, our friends, kids friends…. It’s so exhausting keeping on top of things. As an introvert I LOVED the anonymity of being away, and the lack of demands of every day life.
I also love the reset that you have on holiday - the freedom and blank page to create a new habit or, albeit temporary, routine. I have come back with intentions, kind of post-holiday resolutions to tweak bad habits and not fall into the same traps as before (working too much, spending too much time on my phone) but all of a sudden feel like that is like trying to wade through custard.
Anyway, just ranting. Misery lives company so if you’re feeling blue after a break, feel free to join me in adapting back to reality.
Ugh.