I’ve recently returned from what was a thoroughly excellent holiday to Texas with a brief stint in Mexico as a bonus. The main trip was as part of a relatively big group and I had the pleasure of meeting some excellent people along the way. I suspect I could talk for hours about the trip, but this is not a travel blog, so I won’t.
The holiday really was excellent and to the best of my knowledge was enjoyed by all involved. I couldn’t help but notice something that came across the group as we got closer to ‘home-time’. Despite the good time that had been had by all, there was a pervading sense of melancholy as things drew to a close. Even as we were busy and things were still happening, people couldn’t help but have an eye on the looming end.
This got me thinking about a couple of different things. For starters I was amazed by the speed with which the ‘holiday blues’ kicked in for almost everyone. There was almost no residual joy to be found. Stood at the airport after the journey home, there was no sign that we had just enjoyed two extraordinary weeks abroad. I wouldn’t like to say if it was down to some sense of millennial entitlement or some other need for gratification, but there was no sense of tail off. The fun stopped and then the joy was gone.
I think it’s natural for there to be sadness when something like that comes to an end. As in anything you can’t have the ups without the downs. It would be unusual if there was no sadness at all. What stood out to me was the almost overwhelming and collective nature of it. It would be a gross exaggeration to say the atmosphere resembled a funeral, but there was definitely a sombre edge to things.
I should say that there has been a collective upswing and people have already started to remember things positively. And I hope that this will be the trend for a long time to come, it really was an excellent holiday.
The other thing that seemed to enter my thoughts was how much people were living in the moment. I don’t mean this to sound pretentious, people were literally enjoying things as they were happening. It was pleasing in a way that I have not experienced for some time. Too often I think it’s possible to get wrapped up in the expectation of a thing to the detriment to of the thing as it actually is.