I love vacations, it's the coming home that's rough. I hate unpacking, that to me signals the end of the vacation. Then, there's all the mail and newspapers to go through.
And the cats. I think they suffered some separation anxiety even though a friend came in every day to feed them. They have followed me all around the house the past two days. At one point today I was sitting in a chair made for one That didn't stop Crash. She's not normally a lap cat, but today there was no room next to me, so she sat on my lap. She had to be that close. I really feel sorry for them, but not enough to give up vacations.
I love to travel and see new sights. But there's nothing like my own home and my own bed.