Strange experience, either it is the amount of crap I've been dealing with of late or just the overwhelming situation I find myself in but unusually I did not want to return home after our yearly trek to absorb enough sunshine to last the winter. I love greenery, I love the crisp winter mornings such as this morning brought yet I had a huge desire not to come back.
By the end of holiday I am normally ready for my own bed. I cannot explain it further but one month from our departure and I'm still feeling the same. Life trudges on and I'm left in limbo. This isn't the holiday blues, this is a wish to escape completely.
|Colours that have my watercolour palette itching to open.|
|Step outside the hotel and boom, there's a volcano (dormant)|