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Going home is never easy

Going home can be a good thing, but when you are in a place like this the act of putting your belongings into a bag knowing that you are going back to your "real" life is hard. On vacation you get the chance to not be yourself, or is it the chance to be the real you? Will the real you please stand up?

What do you want to do? "Whatever I want, I'm on vacation." -became the universal battle cry. Routines are out the window, alarm clocks...who needs 'em, pants...optional. You live the "rock star" life, eat what you want when you want, sleep...well, sleep is dependant on tomorrow's activities. Tomorrow's activities...Whatever I Want.

We create our fantasies through our vacation choices, boat drinks on a beach, ski trips to the mountains, not sure what else there is to do besides taking bikes to new places to be explored. I'm sure you have your vacation vision, and with that we get a glimpse of your inner workings.

Work is not the measure of a person, how that person plays is the true measure of who or what that person is. You live more through play than you do working, it is that most of us have to work more than we get to play.

So...Back to the torture that is packing to go home. It is not harder to pack at the end of a trip, it is that you just don't want to do it. Packing-up is the signal that the trip is over, bikes are put on the rack, the toothbrush is packed, all with the sense of dread of the drive to come. The looming drive home is a walk down death row, you know it's coming and you can't do anything about it. No, crying is not going to help, locking yourself in the bathroom is only temporary.

Now, running away might work, but you better have a plan.