The wonderful part of having a chance to get away for just a little while is that it gives you the opportunity to dream of things that you might not normally consider. When you are outside your usual environment, your brain seems to work differently. You see things in a different light; experience things that are unusual. They open up opportunities that wouldn’t normally be thought of in your day to day existence.
But what happens when you return home?
That euphoria lasts for a while. The idealism of those dreams lingers. Plans made seem plausible somehow still. But after a day or two, they seem less and less likely to be plans that you will execute. The hum drum of life carries on. The workplace hadn’t changed during your escape, and come Monday morning, everything is just as it was when you left. Bank accounts hadn’t magically multiplied in their figures, housework didn’t complete itself, car troubles didn’t cease to exist.
Reality creeps back in. A little bit of depression hits. News you don’t want to hear sits in your inbox. Life carries on as if you never left. Sometimes it makes you wonder if you actually left at all. This is the difficult part of having a chance to get away for just that little bit. All good things must come to an end. Try to remember how it felt. Try not to forget why you wanted to go in the first place. Try to keep those dreams you dreamt while away alive somehow.