So going on holiday for two weeks to England has a downside.
Post holiday depression.
I can feel it creeping up on me. Just when I think I could be happy, Arizona slams into my face with it's craptastic self. We can agree that there is fantastic Mexican food here. Besides for that, not much going for this desert life I currently lead.
The vacation itself was amazing. A week in London, 5 days in the Lake District (with a day trip to Liverpool), and 2 days (ish) in Cambridge. Of course, the highlight was being back in Cambridge. Never enough time for us there. And only further reassurance that is the place for us to end up.
I think the most comforting part of the entire trip was the question, "So when are you moving back?". Just a matter of time now. We're going to do everything in our power to get ourselves back to our friends and the place we love. I have renewed motivation. I must leave this place and go back to the water, and trees, and tea. I may be crazy, but it's true, we were meant to grow old together there.
Does anyone else suffer from serious post holiday blues? I'm trying to keep this depression at bay, but I can feel it attempting to attack....