I departed 1pm on the 25th and arrived at 11pm on the 26th. I saw neither bed nor change of clothes between those times, only planes trains and automobiles, in that order.
For some reason the first day or two after travelling leaves me in a sour mood. You’d think I’d just be ecstatic to be away from the world and back home. I think realizing that the mess and the projects remain and home is not the idealized version I had been looking forward to in my head sets me up for a spell of disappointment.
It’s a place so full of life it can be stifling. To come home to a pregnant partner, and as I wait for her to finish work, to discover that our broody hens have hatched two teensie tiny and beautiful chicks? It’s enough to make a man giggle.
