It's 6:25 am in the big city and I've been wide awake for the past hour.
It rained heavily earlier and is still drizzling now so I've decided to abandon my morning run today and sleep in a bit. Or, at least that's what I thought I'd do. Could not sleep anymore so I started packing my stuff.
Today is my last day of my short trip here.
I think I am already experiencing ... some kind of 'separation anxiety'? Is that what it's called? No, maybe it's called post-vacation depression? Ah, or simply, it's just the blues. Yupp, I guess I'll just call it the blues :)
Have you ever felt this way after a vacation?
p.s. Not much to report in this trip; half work-half play.