Okay, I have a confession to make. I’m not really all that miserable to be back.
Yes, it wasn’t the nicest way to crash land back to regular life: a 5.25 a.m. flight into Goa, on the back of an extra long day thanks to travelling westward and going back in time, which gave me an 19-hour long day. It also isn’t the nicest state of mind to be in, when facing your first day back at work after a 10-day long beach sojourn. I was groggy, sleep-deprived and not looking forward to it.
Goa however, has this way of instantly making me feel at home. I was welcomed with squelchy, drippy grey skies and torrential rain and wind. And just looking out the window as we bumped down the shiny runway post a very shaky landing, the holiday state of mind disintegrated and made way for a homey feeling. This is the longest I have been away from home in Goa, and opening the doors to my home and walking in has never felt better.
So yeah, the truth is the holiday was just right. Perfect in duration, chilling-quotient and activities that ensued. And by the end I was ready to come back home. For the first time I didn’t have that lingering I-wish-there-was-more feeling. I wasn’t horribly depressed to land in Mumbai first and then back home. So while I am still reeling in the slightest tinge of a holiday hangover, I am not unhappy to be back.
I am however, swimming in a whirlwind of post-holiday thoughts. So many things to talk about, write about and share. Because holidays have a unique way of putting you in a space so cut off from your own, that it bends your mind in ways you cannot imagine, making you face and embrace truths about yourself you might not have realised in your everyday environment, while running through your every day life.
This holiday made me see some things in a new light. And as is always the case with me, only writing about it will help me get a grip on it. Suddenly there is so much to do in life. Together.
So yup, we’re back. Near charred. Roasted to a slightly over-done crisp, which is peeling off like a fine layer of Fevicol, as we speak. Up close we look patchy and grey and not pretty. But hey, it is a sign of an awesome ten days we had. There was much laughter, much fun, much excitement, much newness, some tears, some discoveries, some overwhelming moments of reality, lots of love, lots of rides. And Oh My Gawd, there was LOTS OF food. This trip was all about the food, and I have a string of food posts planned, which I hope to muster up the steam to get down to doing.
There are too many pictures to be sorted through, too many thoughts to be collected, scattered bits of paper with notes to be gathered and lots of writing to be done. But alas, pretty soon after I landed I was rushing off to work, where all attempts to stretch catching up on emails to keep from facing the quickly mounting pile of work, were an abysmal failure.
So while I try and stay afloat amidst existing work, extra things I have taken on, and a million things I have to do outside of work, I will try and find some time to reflect on the ten days gone by. And all that it has done for me. I will think about how I want to live on an island some day. How it would be nice to have a little place of my own for people to come stay, experience the outdoors, some good food and peace and quiet. I’ll dream about how awesome the constant stream of shrimp, peanuts and raw papaya didn’t leave me bored.
I’m rather refreshed and charged after this holiday. To say I feel slightly changed is an understatement. Thailand is a place that I will go back to for more. But right now, I want some time. And space. To breathe and let it all settle in.
Thailand was lovely. It’s a place that will bubble just beneath the surface of your memories, giving you pleasant frames to remember every now and then. Like the happy faces, the unbelievable service, the insanely fresh food, the positively maddening colours. I wish I could bring back a piece of it to make my own. That, and the unbelievably poker straight hair and bangs.