F*^$in’ vacation return

Screen Shot 2013-09-02 at 12.02.10 PMA day or two before my return from two weeks in lovely Costa Rica, my mom sent an e-mail, warning me to expect a tough readjustment to the real world.

Sadly, she was wrong.

I hate returning from vacation, but not because a trip is over, or my tan fades. No, I hate returning from vacation because—within 48 hours—it feels as if the vacation never actually happened. In Costa Rica, we rented a house with my sister in law and her kids. We sat on a hammock, swam in a pool, waded through the ocean. We smashed open coconuts and ate termites (really, we did) and gazed out upon the most gorgeous sunset ever. We spoke Spanish and went zip lining and kayaked down a wondrous river.

At least I think we did.

We returned to the United States last Thursday. And yet, it seems to be five years ago. I’m again in Starbucks. I’m again stressing over a book proposal. I’m again trying to plan activities for the kids. I’m again staying up until 2 am, then groggily rising five hours later. The patterns and rhythms of day-day-day regular existence have not merely returned; they’ve consumed me, and deleted much of the blissful joy of Costa Rican life.

Damn.

2 thoughts on “F*^$in’ vacation return”

  1. Even though I just have a corporate business world job where no lives hang in the balance, my company perpetually has the panic level of an ER, and I am badly in need of the vacation I’m taking the first week of October. But I know it’ll just be a huge panic making sure all my work is done early since I’m going away, and then I already have a sense of dread knowing I’ll come back to close to 1000 e-mails.

    I know I’ll have fun that week, but I often ask myself “Is the vacation worth this extra level of stress before and after?” and I hate that.

  2. The trick is, Mr. Pearlman, to store those memories and review them – not try to relive them – when you need to. Not easy, but possible.

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