Back to reality

I spent the past 6 weeks in US, strictly for holiday (tho I still work online). I had a really nice time. The timing was perfect to celebrate my birthday and thanks giving which was close to my birthday. It was simply a nice cozy family time, a chance to reconnect with my sis, get to know her hubby better and met their friendly dog.

Going back to my reality I felt like I was floating. I didn’t really want to come back, I preferred to be on holiday for a lot longer. It wasn’t as if I went from places to places frantically. We did went places, but we weren’t being busy bodies. Most of my time was spent with my sis’ fam, cooking, helping her doing mundane things, but during those insignificant time something important was built, which is that sister bond. I learned how she lives, how she adapt to the completely new surrounding, how she learned to embrace her new country.

Being away for 6 weeks, learning new things, living a new set of life and ‘boom’ I’m sent back to where I came from, sure isn’t the best feeling. Had to drag myself to go back to work, and though there’s a lot of resistance in me I had to live my own reality again. Good thing (miraculously) I didn’t suffer any jet lag, so that didn’t add the problem.