The Day After

After a large, exciting event, I always tend to feel a sense of let-down or disappointment. Even when the event was completely enjoyable and successful. Especially then, I guess, because I'm sad it's over.

That's how I'm feeling right now. 

Don't get me wrong, today was great. We spent most of our time hanging out with the friends who had come to run the half marathon. We relived the "glories" of yesterday's race, compared notes about living in our various SE Asian countries, and related stories, struggles and situations that only those living abroad can really "get".

It was a good day.

And then we had to wave them all good-bye as they drove away to catch their planes and head home. We returned to our hotel room, just the two of us, and now face the unappealing prospect of packing, as well as a long drive tomorrow.

And so the return to "normal" begins.

And it's not all bad. I get to move forward with my interior design project for the restaurant. Maybe I'll put up a few Christmas decorations this week. AND I get to see my little cat again. I hope she has been OK in our absence.

I see I still have a lot of work to do to see beauty in the every-day, moment by moment, and not allow myself to be dazzled by those brief grand, glorious events that come along so few and far between.