I’ve written about this before.
Some people don’t think it exists.
BUT I SWEAR IT DOES!
I’m talking about that feeling you get when everything stops moving at a crazy pace. When you realise that your friends are all over the world but not where you are right now. When the excitement of being ‘home’ dies down and while you realise that not much has changed, it’s still not the same.
I didn’t really think I would miss Vancouver that much. Sure I would miss my friends and my social life but otherwise I had had enough and was happy to leave. However last night, a Friday night nonetheless, when after a great birthday meal for my brother with the family and guests I suddenly found myself home alone with my parents. Who are fantastic and while I LOVE their company, they aren’t exactly going to put on their bests and head to a bar with me to down cocktail, hit on men and dance on the tables. With nobody to call to head out with (I have very few friends left in my small hometown) I found myself missing Vancouver.
I have been extremely busy since I got home. That’s how I like my life. Busy. With bouts of relaxation thrown in when I need it. I am constantly on the go and like to be around people all the time.
I was only home two days before tripping around Northland for 10 days then once home had family over for a graduation for two days, spent a day in Wellington for interviews, a day in Levin with the grandparents, my brother’s 19th birthday, fitting in my work where I can… you name it, I’ve been scurrying around doing it.
So I have PHD. Post Holiday Depression. Or PHB Post holiday blues. Either way after tripping around the states majority of this year, flitting around Canada and New Zealand I suddenly feel at quite a loss and my feet are itching for the taste of a new food and the sights and sounds of a new culture…
