After a three-week hiatus from routine and repetition, I find it hard to return to the humdrum of my life. The majestic Andes mountains are replaced by rows and rows of buildings that appear lifeless despite their occupancy; the strange words in Quechua and Spanish that I strained to understand I no longer hear, all replaced by familiar phrases that I understand but don’t want to hear; the food that I eat tastes bland – spiced up but with all the flavor gone; that one person I want to be with is again beyond my reach; I left those desolate Incan ruins only to return to the solitude and desolation that is my life.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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i feel the same way after a vacation.
i thought D flew back with you back to the Philippines.
I understand what you're going through. I sometimes wish that I could be on permanent vacation, travelling all the time. Being home is comforting. It's the daily grind of going to work that usually sucks.
@kayni: he had to go back to work. but hopefully he'll be home by the end of the year. :)
@loree: a permanent vacation will probably feel as tedious as being home too. i guess it's the novelty and adventure that makes a vacation quite thrilling.
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