Like soap bubbles

A couple of dear friends got married last Sat so I took the chance to go back to Germany for a few (short) days last week. I had the most amazing and relaxed time since a long while, with loved ones and good friends I haven't seen for too long. Add to that one of the most endearing (so many of us were tearing) wedding I have ever had the honour to attend, good food (and beer), splendid weather, familiar charming surroundings and it felt like I was in a dream too good to be true...

Why is it that, all too often, good times feel like they are over too soon, like waking up from a beautiful dream, desperately trying to grasp onto it, like trying to hold onto those pretty soap bubbles that inevitably disappear after a few seconds?? I feel like if I don't write this down now, my memory will fail me and I will too soon forget all about these last few days. (On the contrary, bad times seem like never-ending nightmares where I run with all my might but I never manage to get away from the monster chasing me.)

A wonderful holiday like that makes coming back to reality that much harder. I am not sure whether it was purely psychological, but the evening I got back home (in Genova), my head felt like someone was pressing an anvil down on it. I just about managed to make dinner, eat it and go to bed. The next day I went to work with the same agonising headache and returned to bed as soon as I got home (I slept then for almost 12 hours). Thankfully the head got better even as reality sets in, back to my boring routinous life.