Post-Holiday Blues

I was back in Perth with a serious case of post-holiday blues. I’d never experienced this kind of sadness coming back home. When I arrived in Perth, it was a rainy night and I sat on my own in the backseat, looking out the window into the city, with tears falling from my eyes, thinking about how much I so badly wanted to be back in Spain.

For the first time in a long time I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I didn’t know who I was. I was lost and life was stagnant. The only thing I was sure about was living a life in Europe with Lien, far away from home and all its habits and history. Europe gave us the definite answer that next year, we were going to be living there. In the meantime, I was going to make the most of my life in Perth. I quit online Uni and focused on doing things that made me happy, while the memories of Europe kept me company during the moments I was feeling blue.

To be continued . . .