I’ve been holding off from posting for the past little while. The feeling of coming home after a month of hostels, hotels, couches, and luxurious friend’s guest beds has been a rough learning curve. I suppose I sort of crashed mentally of sorts, drained of every mental resource I had being away, but I failed to prepare myself to come home to time sensitive obligations, working, and having to stick to other peoples’ schedules.

After a month away I wanted to come home desperately, I was almost clawing my eyes out on my flight home from Toronto as we sat waiting for 45 minutes to get into the air on the tarmac. I was literally counting the minutes and hours down until I could hug my boyfriend and pet my cat. I honestly thought that after a month I could just fall right back into the groove of my life, especially when I considered how much I missed it. The first few days I was home I felt the beginnings of it, the itching to get back out and live out of my back pack, to bed hop and do what I wanted whenever I felt like it. I missed surprises like French women screaming at cockroaches at 5 in the morning and seeing the most amazing transsexual women on Queen’s street during Pride Week in Toronto.
I’ve been back for almost two weeks, and I’m still quite literally living out of my bag. I’ve been spending as much time as possible at my boyfriend’s house, in some futile attempt to recreate the travel experience (though his sheet-less mattress does kind of scream “crappy hostel”). Eventually I’m going to have to come back to real life, especially when school starts.

Other than that I’ve been busy with work and other things like finding a new doctor and planning my next trip, which explains the large gap in posts. At some point I may finish describing my trip to New York (which I fell in love with) and my scary adventures home with Air Canada. Right now I’m basically lethargic and more excited about my potential Las Vegas/Los Angeles road trip than anything else. I’ll have to keep this crashing feeling in mind for the next long haul vacation, I guess.