I meant to do responsible things today. Like answering emails, finishing up my travel log (which, on certain days, was woefully neglected), write postcards, scan things, etc. But I got rather sidetracked. I slept in until noon because I woke up at 3 and couldn’t sleep for a while after that. I ate lunch, talked with my brother Steve for a while, then two friends – Mike and John – came over. They needed Steve’s help with something computerish, but they ended up staying until just about twenty minutes ago. We went out to see Star Wars (again, for me), then came back here. The boys played Worms as my Dad took me out to get my film developed. Sadly, all one-hour photo services in Sterling have broken on the exact same day, which means I won’t get the film back until Thursday. Oh well. When we got back, Mike and I went out to rent ‘The Others’. We watched that, then Whose Line Is It Anyway, and then they left. Mike’s been behaving strangely. When he showed up he gave me a hug, which was strange because he’s never done that before. Weird.
Today has been entirely too strange. At times I feel glad that I’m home and able to rest, and the next moment I feel like crying because I miss it so much. And by “it” I mean travelling, seeing new things, the people, minding the gap, etc. When I was there it felt as if I had never left London. That everything in between was fodder. Now that I’m home, it feels as if I never went at all. It’s the first full day home and I already want to go back.
But I’m thinking the next vacation may be to some place less stressful. I’m thinking a lovely drive down the French coast to the riviera. Now the only problem is finding someone who’ll go with me so I don’t have to do all the driving, and so I don’t get lonely. Hmm. I know who I’d like to go with me, but I doubt that’d happen.
I think I’ll go to bed now. I’m still dead tired, even after sleeping in so late.