September 14th, 2004 at 9:03 pm
it IS hard to come home
Posted in: General
It was three weeks of spending time in favourite places with favourite people. And seeing new sights. And eating good food. And relaxing.
It’s hard to leave that behind. To return to your non-holiday life. To come home.
It’s no wonder the dog is depressed.
Yes, after her three week sojourn in the country with her grandparents while we were away, the bitter reality of ‘business as usual’ has hit our dog particularly hard.
She mopes. She sighs. She won’t eat her dinner.
She gives us sidelong glances which seem to say “you are not my people. This is not my place. Take me back to the other people and the other place. It was good there.”
She has post holiday blues.
(I think I’ll get mine when the Visa card bill comes in.)
I found my Visa bill, as depressing as it was, a reminder of all the amazing and wonderful places I visited. I think I need another holiday.
September 14th, 2004 at 11:29 pmPoor Miss Maisy! What it means though, is that you need to go away more so that Maisy can go to the country more. Win-win! Except for the Visa bills …
September 15th, 2004 at 2:04 pmSo when do we get a writeup of what you did and where you went? I don’t have the luxury of catching up with you regularly like the others do, and I need to live vicariously through other people’s holidays.
*sigh* I have no life.
September 15th, 2004 at 4:46 pm