The blues
My vacation in short: I ate too much, tanned too little and had wonderfully happy times with my family. I was also in bed on New Year’s eve with a stomach virus, but that was just a small dent in the awesomeness that was this trip. It was great; I miss them so much.
I always get depressed after the holidays, which for me is a compendium of having good times at home – which are almost always pretty damn near flawless – and coming back to reality (I can never say this phrase without saying ‘oh, there goes gravity’. What did I ever do to you, Eminem?). It’s a jarring change to come back from my vibrant, larger than life family to what seems to be my own little drab life.
Of course I always break out of these holiday blues and I will be back to seeing and feeling the red, purple and gold. But for now, I just feel like avoiding people and cuddling my insufferable dog.
