The same shitt always happens; travel sadness. It`s not so much the sad about not travel part, but coming home always leaves some empty space in your head for more thinking than normal. Our soul is such a sneaky bastard. One moment you`re happy and the next, it seems like you will never feel happiness jumping up and down inside you again. I know you know what I mean. It will always pass. In a week, maybe even a minute. Most of us have what feels like a lifetime of hiding things done and thoughts had behind us, sometimes it stops you from just getting on with the everyday stuff. I wonder if depressed days feel more normal and calming as you get older, or if it gets more like a constant state of mind, in a sad kinda way. I guess it all depends on the person.