The one about post holiday withdrawal symptoms

Too fast. Time flew by too fast. Before I can actually soak and be in that moment, we all moved on. And the next moment, I'm back in my own flat in Sheffield. Alone. I'm exhausted from my holiday, I'm exhausted from travelling but yet I wouldn't trade any of that moment with anything else. 

Feeling like an emotional wreck ball now. I need sleep. Alot of sleep.