When we got home last week, I just could not shake this weird funk I was in. No matter how late I slept in, I still felt tired. I was bored yet had no energy to do anything. Nothing was wrong, I just wasn't in a good mood. I just felt...off. Rob diagnosed it as Post Vacation Blues and I immediately felt relief. I wasn't dying...this weird mood was normal! We had been surrounded by people 24/7 for the last two weeks; celebrating and overindulging. I was exhausted, but couldn't admit it because I wanted the good times to last. It was painful to say goodbye and come back to our quiet apartment and quiet routine. Not to mention it was raining, and would continue raining for days!
|Notice me in the reflection of Rob's sunglasses? ha ha|
Now that I had been diagnosed, I decided to allow myself to embrace my vacation hangover - just for one more day. I laid in bed and read (this), Rob and I ordered pizza, pulled out all of our blankets and pillows and watched Netflix. The next morning I forced myself to go to the gym. We went to Pensacola Beach for the air show and I saw the sun again. I even penciled in our next visitors and got excited making plans. I was back to normal! Post Vacation Blues -- consider yourself beat (this time!)
As I post this I can see how silly Post Vacation Blues are...especially since I practically live on vacation. But just like FOMO, there is no talking me down from the blues. Please tell me I am not the only one who suffers from PVB?!?