It’s been three days since we came back from our family’s three-and-a-half-week long holiday. And some of our luggage are still lying around the house, half-opened and half-filled with clothes and things.
On the day we came back home, I could honestly use jet lag as my excuse for not completely unpacking. On the second day, I realized that this scenario of slow unpacking is a habit of mine and a symptom of post-holiday blues. Having open and half-filled luggage strewn around makes me think that my holiday isn’t completely over, that I haven’t entirely gone back into my life back home.
Thankfully, my duties here at home are forcing me to snap out of denial. I’ve started walking our dog and bringing my son to the park every afternoon. I’ve done groceries, made bank deposits and driven my daughter to and from football practice.
Sometimes, it’s our routines, even seemingly mundane ones, that keep us rooted and sane.
I wonder though if writing this post on my phone instead of my computer (something I learned to do while on holiday) is another sign of my post-holiday blues 😉