First world problem- to feel so sad holiday is over

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Our much anticipated week away has finally drawn to a close and this whole last day I’ve felt so sad, culminating in crying behind my sunglasses watching my children play in the pool.
Its been a tough and tight year financially and this was our light in the dark. We have had the loveliest week even though on a budget and I feel so sad to come back to the UK with all the work stress, back to school, cost of living etc etc.
Such a weight has been lifted this week and we’ve had so much fun. I just feel so sad. It’s pathetic and we are so grateful to have had a holiday at all.

I get sad on the last day of a holiday. Im always booking two in advance, we go away in winter, spring and autumn. We like the cold and frosty trips as much as anything else. Its just doing something different and going away

I have to have one on the go in planning stages to feel Ive got something to look forward to.

All good things come to an end as they say. Hopefully there will be many more wonderful holidays though.
Totally agree being on the beach, pool is so relaxing. I love to hear kids play in the pool.

I'm sure the op has found it very helpful for you to drop by and let her know that!

Oh Jesus. Fucking Christmas. This IS the year I will actually stop my mother wrecking the spends.

I’m always the same, solidarity op.

In my fantasy world I’d take the family to the canaries for Christmas until March but they wouldn’t hear of giving up their lovely Christmas (that is basically my extra part time job for 2 months)

We came back from holiday last week and I had the blues for a few days but at the weekend, we went to our local pub for a couple of shandies, the sun was out, there was a live band on, we had the dog back with us and I kind of just appreciated the things I like about home, in that moment. It's all you can do.

I used to feel like you op but now we live sometimes with that same vibe - in the U.K. so weather isn't great all year but still get that resort feeling. My kids are adults now and it's so much easier (well from about 12 and up it gets easier) to pop for a drink, see some music, grab a quick bite tj eat

I'm friends with quite a few people who live close to the "breadline" which in France is a thing. A stick of bread will never cost more than a legislative amount (currently 1.10e)
It is possible to live very cheaply in Europe. If you want big fat sofas and flat screen telly and subscribe to sky and that then no

@yougotthelook Jesus, that's made me feel quite depressed.

I felt like this on our last day but that cup of tea in my own mug and waking up in my own bed felt bloody great the next morning! Glad you've had a lovely holiday op

I was like this,got back yest morning.We booked next year's to have something to look forward to.

I'm the same , I hate it when a holiday comes to an end . Not been abroad since 2019 but I always feel sad on the way back to the airport almost like it never happened.

Yanbu. It feels like I was in Ibiza just last week, and dealing with my sunburn yesterday. In reality, my tan has faded and I am no longer glowing. I am devastated.

DP is coping by looking at future holiday opportunities.

We call it 'the blues'.

First holiday ever together, I got a very bad attacking it and felt as if my whole world was breaking apart, mother good would ever happen again.

Now, I can recognise it and name it, so it doesn't get to really swamp me quite so badly. Other things that help are having treats to look forward to, leaving the house clean and tidy to come back to (or arranging for cleaning lady to visit the day before we get back, fill up the fridge and change the beds) and have something planned in the morning too distant future.

A few years ago, coming back from 2 glorious weeks in Egypt - the plane descending into a freezing cold windy wet dark Birmingham night - that was my worst holiday blues episode.

Everyone on the plane felt the same. All the same people we'd cheerfully flown out with 2 weeks earlier full of holiday excitement. I half expected someone to organize a storm of the cabin to force a U turn - the mood was that bad!

I consoled myself by thinking how lucky i was to have been able to go in the first place (couldn't afford it now that's for sure!) and to cherish the memories.

I used to feel the sane - utterly depressed as the plane landed in my home airport, with grey skys outside.
Then I lived abroad (Southern Europe) for years. Coming back from holidays was amazing - back to blue skys. I felt like I was returning from one holiday to start another.

Now funnily enough, I'm back living in my grey-sky home country, and now don't feel depressed when coming back from holidays. I think after living abroad, I appreciate the positives of where I live - being close to friends and family, my nice home etc. it's always nice if you can plan or book the next holiday too.

I've had this my whole life, even when I was a child and it was just a week at my grandparents' or a rainy camping trip in Wales. I completely understand how you feel and other people not being able to go away doesn't invalidate that.

@5128gap that's such a lovely post and I think you've exactly right, it's the time with family or friends that I've always missed afterwards. I'm currently on the last few days of a long trip alone, and while I'm still very much not looking forward to coming back, I don't have the same teary emotional feeling that I've had with most holidays.