That day
Every person I know who has travelled has told me about today. The day where your body gives out, the flu tablets aren’t good for shit, you’re sick of packing your backpack and rifling around for clean underwear; sick of navigating maps/train stations/public transport/foreign languages, even sick of fatty local food and you just want to fly home and nestle in your dent in the couch and watch Mary Poppins with a block of chocolate and a bottle of gin. Today is the day where I want nothing more than my predictable routine back.
Yes, I know it passes. Time for more mousse.