Heading Back to Work after Vacation…
Dealing with Post Vacation Work Restlessness
Today is my fourth day back in the office after my honeymoon. I’m having a hard time getting back into the swing of things this time. Maybe it’s because the honeymoon was so relaxing and spent mostly at all-inclusives that I didn’t adequately itch the travel bug that is always bugging me. More though, it seems lately each time I travel it just spurs my need to travel even more and makes going back to work after vacation much more difficult. I blame it on getting older. It seems every year I got closer to 30 and – oh god, when did this happen? – now that I’m at 30, I feel like I need to hurry up and travel before life becomes completely out of my control. Babies, mortgages, husband’s career, gulp.
But I remind myself that those things can be put off still for a long time. Forever, if Tom and I so choose. Well, maybe not his career, but he whole-heartedly supports my travel love so I know his post-MBA career won’t be an issue, just a change.
So what is out of my control right now that’s got me totally unhinged about being back? The fact that I’m sitting at a cubicle and just checked my current allotted vacation time and it’s only one week. Sigh. Just being at my desk is accruing more time – and I know still having a week after taking a 2-week vacation is pretty awesome for most jobs – but I’m feeling the claustrophobic feeling of my job creeping around me, making me feel almost panicky.
Where am I going to go next? When am I going to go there next? Can I afford going there? Am I ever going to have a location-independent lifestyle?
So, this thought monologue resulted in this statement to my brand new husband: “Babe, I’m going to Eastern Europe over Thanksgiving.”
I could do that in over a week if I went over Thanksgiving since I get that day off, and I am completely comfortable doing it on my own. It was a brilliant idea!
Tom, however, gave me a ‘here we go again’ look. “Really. So you’re going to leave me alone our first married Thanksgiving together?” he asked nonchalantly.
I faltered. “Well, don’t you have school or something?” I asked hopefully while thinking I mean, isn’t that why we’re probably not going to Machu Picchu this year???
“I’ll still be here,” Tom said.
“Fine,” I growled and pouted. “I won’t go.” Wasn’t totally sure how I was going to afford it anyway, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I’m sure I would’ve figured it out.
Tom, sensing the near-hysteria bubbling under the surface of his new wife (sorry babe, you married a crazy traveler) quickly offered a saving grace. “Think our families will hate us if we don’t go home for Christmas again this year?”
I pounced on the idea. “No! Well, mine won’t.” They’ve understood for a while I’m a crazy traveler (not always necessarily together…). “We can just tell them this is our new tradition until we have kids, then we’ll come home for Christmas again.” I pause. “Plus, then we don’t need to choose who we’re going to visit.”
Perfect. Sold. And now instead of being sad about my travels being over, I’m excitedly planning my next big trip. Who knows what may happen between now and then with work, vacation time, or life in general, but at least for now I’m taking my mind off the end of one trip and focusing on a new adventure.
While I love having my career, I sure do wish there was a way to balance it with travel more – and I work in the travel industry! Do you start planning your next trip immediately after getting home from traveling? How do you deal with working with post-travel blues?