Post-travel depression.
Airports and plane rides. They're tolerable when you're on your way to a great part of the world. I've tolerated 14 hour and 8 hour flights to Tokyo and Paris, respectively. But, when the time comes to fly home, they are just a pain in the ass. You're not going to a place you love. You're going HOME - the place you DON'T WANT TO BE.
Whenever I arrive back to my hometown of Charlotte, NC, I become depressed for about a month. After experiencing greener pastures, Charlotte seems so...boring, lame, and just plain underdeveloped. I feel as if I've been cheated for living here. I feel as though I've been using a top of the line Alienware computer, it breaking, and having to use a shitty E-machine. That metaphor pretty much sums up my feelings of returning to Charlotte.
God, I want to live abroad forever.
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