Post-holiday blues

I suppose I had expected to get back from my holiday feeling recharged. In a way that didn't happen. Just like my holiday wasn't all I had imagined it to be. Life's like that, isn't it? I tell myself. If it were predictable, it would probably prove to be a very boring existence.

It was a good break away from my daily mundane chores. (Which also means it has been almost excruciatingly difficult trying to get back into my work & gym routine. I so do not want to do either.)
And there were useful lessons (painful or otherwise) learnt on my trips.
Number 1: Some friendships (perhaps erringly thought strong) pale over distance and time (however short) while others don't.
Number 2: Transport tickets wait for no one (not even for a few hours). That said, I still have to learn to be more decisive.
Number 3: The Netherlands is not a good country to visit in the cold seasons. (Unless of cos you enjoy freezing your ass off while trying to sightsee when people with any sort of sense at all stay indoors unless absolutely necessary. Good thing I had my Dutch friends to hang out with.)

These are off the top of my head. Might add on if I think of anymore.

On separate occasions in London, both A and M asked me if I had thought about my plans for the future, career-wise. I didn't have an answer then, neither do I have one now. Chewing very hard on it at the moment. Hopefully by sometime next year it would have been digested then I'd know. They've both found their directions. Am delighted for them. One day, one day, it'll be my turn to proudly announce that I too, have found my calling. :)

PS: Rats. Mine. I've missed. Them. :D