Home. Feeling blah. Anger pushing up. Ggg. Why must I return to my life. I don’t want my life. I don’t want to be me. I want to be on permanent vacation. A forever escape. Why did I have to come home. I should be happy I’m home. Right? Back with my cats? Back with my partner? Why am I not happy? And where did my peace go? Sorry I must sound like a child complaining. Sometimes I just wish I could press a button and make everything feel easier.
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nothinginmynoggin · can't remember diddly, can't remember squat… diddly squat!
nothinginmynoggin 
Same here… Hate coming home!
It’s the worst, isn’t it? Why can’t our lives be one big permanent vacation. Real life sucks!
There is always a letdown when one returns from vacation..sad truth. I do hope these feeling will pass. I am glad you are home safe. 🙂
Thank you :). I am glad to be back with my kitties and my partner.
I absolutely know the feeling of coming home, and not wanting to. Dreading it after a wonderful vacation. You are not whining at all. Just facing reality and wishing for the day when that reality is different.
Yeah, I hate facing reality sometimes. Bleh. Thanks for your comment. 🙂