Coming Home

I was so tired in my writing last night that I completely forgot to create a title. What was supposed to be a five hour drive home today actually turned out to be more like 7.5 hours (yey traffic jams) and I am writing tired once again. Exhausted and home with my partner, the last thing I want to do right now is write my 500 words… but I’m doing it. I made the commitment to myself. I have to stick with it. And after twenty some-odd posts, I’m not going to break my streak for a little fatigue!

I did a little bit of writing in the car. I’ll start with that.

The end of a vacation is a return to reality. The closer we get to home, the more the conversation turns to work and home life (chores and the like) and away from the delicious foods, exciting new experiences and hilarious inside jokes that occurred during the trip. Each mile draws us nearer to the realization that tomorrow we won’t have a lie-in or stay out late; we won’t have cake for breakfast or beer for dinner; the day won’t be planned at our own leisure but by the demands of others. We will be fully immersed in our responsibilities once again and the leisurely pace will immediately pick up speed.

But the return also marks a return to routine, which can be comforting. Your own bed, own bathroom, own kitchen await you. Your pets eagerly await your return, even if they intend to punish you a while for your absence. Friends and family will be interested in the tales you have to tell of your adventure, allowing you to temporarily relive the moments. This will ease the transition back into normal life.

Even if there is no dog to greet you, no loved one to meet you, and a boss who could care less about the amazing food, drink, people, and adventures of your hiatus from normalcy… remember that this discomfort serves as the contrast to the wonder that was your holiday. Without dark there would be no light. Without the monotonous rigours of everyday life, vacation would not feel as indulgent or relaxing. Were every day to be as a holiday, we would soon take its sweetness for granted.

Instead, we should cherish the simplicity in our daily lives and enjoy them for what they are – the good along with the bad. For if we did not have the negatives to our daily lives, we wouldn’t seek vacations. Even a weekend trip to a neighbouring town can be an exciting and refreshing adventure! It can be the perfect break, if done right. So enjoy the day-to-day so that you can better savour the holidays. Don’t take for granted the potential of your own back yard. Look forward to your return home as much as you do to your next outing. Each will become better and better, I think.

And that’s how Justin Beiber lost his monkey.

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