Home, sweet home
Getting home from overseas is a bittersweet experience. Sweet because you get to see all your people (and in my case, puppies), sleep in your own bed and have access to a full wardrobe (which is especially nice when you’re on your last pair of clean undies and you’re pushing 48 hours in them). Bitter because the big adventure is over, you have to say goodbye to your travelling buddies and because you have to go back to making your own bed, cooking your own meals and generally looking after yourself like a proper adult as opposed to a pampered ex-pat diplobrat.
One thing that really struck me this time is that every time I come home, I am filled with the overwhelming desire to change. Be better, thinner, smarter, more stylish and, for at least a day after I step off the plane, I throw myself into a tornado of improvement. I de-clutter, I clean, I buy new clothes, I move the furniture around. Essentially, I lose my mind in a very energetic fashion but somehow, this frenetic whirl leads to actual results.
Maybe the benefit of the holiday isn’t just in the novelty of being abroad. Maybe it’s that you bring some of that world home with you and manifest a more colourful version of yourself?
Tell me, Dearest Ones, how do you feel when you get home from a trip? Do you go a bit crazy too?