The first day back from vacation sucks. You have to empty your bag, do laundry, prep for work, and try to recover from the adventure. Then, you have to actually GO to work and fake productivity for a few hours. Then, you kind of forget you were ever on vacation and just get back in the groove. Those first 36 hours (or so) are the worst.
I do love a few things about getting home. I love getting to wear clothes that haven't been in a bag for days. I understand this must be at least partially psychological. I think I really just like having options. Sometimes it's nice to not wear the same pair of jeans or shoes 10 days in a row.
I also love my personal sleeping apparatuses. Apparati? Apparatuses? Whatever, all my sleepy thingies. I like our bed, like, a ton. I LOVE my pillow along with the second pillow I like to lay over my eyes when I first go to sleep. Yes, I'm a princess. Does temperature count as a "sleepy thingy"? If so, then that, too. Nothing beats a temperate to slightly chilly bedroom for sleeping. Somehow, I constantly get lumpy pillows when we travel. I probably wouldn't bitch as much if the pillows were a bit smoother and filled with goose down. Is that asking too much?
The #1 thing I love when we get home is the shower. In my eyes, there's nothing quite like a US shower. Especially the shower in our current place. The water is always hot and the pressure is awesome. The shower itself is "meh" but I can overlook that. In my experience, it's hard to find this in other places. Colombia was awesome. The country is beautiful. The people were great. But, the showers...eh. Ironically, our hottest shower was in hot and humid Cartagena.
What's the moral of the story? I'm soft. I know it, and I have no shame. I have serious white people problems. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. I guess the full truth is I love to travel, but eventually I like to come home. Even if it's just to rest and plan the next adventure (I rest; Kim plans).
