It was actually really wonderful to come home feeling somewhat travel satisfied. I’ve never left a trip abroad without kicking and screaming (in my own more adult way) all the way home. And, although we both felt some sadness at the world we were leaving behind, we had the consolation that, in reality, we’d be traveling for another eight months at least.
So we figured we got the best of both worlds. A break from travel, and a lot of travel left to go. Relief from the hard parts, but the guarantee of more fun to come.
Not so bad, is it?