The Post-Travel Blues
I’ve been back from Nicaragua one week today. I didn’t want to come home.
I felt like a million dollars but since I have been back, I feel depressed.
I sleep too much. I can’t write. The scenery makes melancholy.
The city life, perhaps even living in Canada, I now understand, is not what I need.
Nature, simplicity, sun, this is what I desire.
I feel stuck. I can’t leave. At least not now.
In the meantime, I need to find my joy once again. I need to escape from my post-travel blues. The haze I am in, it is blocking out Toronto’s beauty.