Ever since I've gotten home Sunday evening, I have been seriously bugged out by my return. My body is still slow from my one week on vacation, I hate wearing shoes after not for a week, my joints and muscles are a lot stiffer here...so many factors I had forgotten about that can make you completely miserable and hate life.
I've also noticed that I tend to get mad over here, a lot more, than where I was. It dawned upon me that I swear a lot more than when I traveled. I was more at ease and comfortable abroad. The airport didn't bum me out, the slowness of people either didn't creep into my head like some infestation of frustration. I didn't experience anger. Only once did it ever almost become a problem, but it quickly and swiftly subsided. I thought home was here, with friends and climbing. What's going on? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot??
But for now, I'll endure getting used to home while subconsciously wishing I was back on a white sandy beach, enjoying the sun and the ocean breeze. Possibly a cold beer in my hand, contemplating where I will eat dinner after climbing. I'll be in the crowds of people whizzing by me to catch trains, only to run up the stairs to be defeated by the sight of it pulling away. I'll be enjoying my time, not worrying about if I missed out on something (like I used to do before I left).
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