You know that feeling after a big anticipated weekend comes and goes? Or after coming home from a long vacation? Or you go to see your family and then return back to your home? Or a friend comes to visit you and then you’re by yourself once he or she leaves?
It’s this weird, empty discomfort. You’re not exactly sad but you’re not really happy. It’s a strange loneliness, but you’re still okay that you’re alone.
I just came back from a weekend with my family in NYC and I have that weird ache.
I feel out of place. Oh well, all I can do is sleep it off. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new week. Tomorrow is a new beginning.