I could physically feel the frustration and ennui of regular life descend upon my shoulders like a heavy weight as we headed back home. In some strange way, I welcomed it; it was all part of our natural travel progression. Something we had not experienced in almost two years. As expected, the reluctance of being immersed back into the mundane, familiar, and habitual would be soon be followed by nostalgia and a longing to be elsewhere again.
