The deal with living between two worlds is that you pretty much have to constantly transit between the two. For about a month out of a month and a half vacation you’re actually home, you feel like you’re home…like you belong there. But note, I said that my vacations are a month and a half long…that “settled” month? That comes in the middle. First week back and last week back? Those are a whole different story…
First week back you sleep…and recharge and reset…
Last week back (or usually in my case, last two weeks back)? You get twitchy, you start looking twice at your bank account, you start getting edgy and snappy to people that you have absolutely no reason to have such an attitude with (sorry Amras!!), and…you haul the suitcase out of the closet…and let it stare at you for a while…before finally admitting that you really have to do something with it.
Work never really leaves me, for the longest time the job was pretty much the biggest element of my life. Things change, things shift, but work still never really leaves me. Especially since I don’t really stop working. Even on holiday these days, the rest of the librarian network usually seems to contact me at least two or three times, which is fine, but also keeps me with one gear in work mode…
In short, the time has – unfortunately – come for me to do something with that suitcase that has been staring at me…
Don’t you dare!
You still have a good while before you need to go. Put that suitcase away and enjoy the precious time you have here. Even if that means touring the ghosts, and local haunts.
Don’t worry, for now it’s still (mostly) just staring at me…