When I get back from any vacation I seem to have a few weeks of feeling crappy. Maybe because I'm leaving a wonderful place. Maybe because I'm going back to a place I'd rather not be in. Maybe it's both. Probably it's both.
In any case.
I've bounced back.
I've started working out.
I've gotten back to cleaning my apartment.
Next I've got to get back into cooking.
I just have to learn to get through these emotional and mental ups and downs, and keep going, because things always work out in the end.