Blues…. no, more like Black.
Am miserable. I have been home for 24hrs and it’s just “blah”. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to be in my apartment, and I had a lovely catch up with one of my very close friends, but it’s still not the same.
My apartment is boring and empty. I have no smoking buddy. I have no cats to play with. My best friend isn’t here.
It is always sad saying goodbye, and I cried this time. I blame it on alcohol and lack of sleep. Whatevs!! Anyway, I was sad on the plane, and I was sad when I was sleeping (yes, that is entirely possible!), but as soon as Dubai came into view, I was full on depressed.
I never thought I was much of a naturist – no, not the nude thing, but one of those people into green and plants and flowers and stuff, but looking out over miles of dusty desert and dull, grey buildings, my heart just sank.
I will adjust again. I do every time. It’s just hard work for the first few weeks.
In the meantime, I will blog about my trip, and relive all the highlights!!!!!