As I gather my clothes from the drawers in the hotel room dresser and closet, and as I stuff my makeup, jewelry, hair accessories and toiletries into their proper containers, the usual melancholy of The Last Day washes over me. Five days here in Arizona, although full of activity, seemed to fly by very fast.
This morning we will leave and make the long, dusty drive along Highway 8, back to San Diego; our dogs, our lives, our fish (how I pray that they survived okay with the automatic fish feeder), and our home (which I hope stayed safe and untouched).
All vacations must end at some point, but that doesn’t take away from the bit of depression that sets in when the end does come. The good news is that both Chuck and I are taking the rest of the week off, so in a sense, we will still be on vacation; just not away.
I feel it’s a good idea to write Day 8 now, as it would be difficult in the car, and when we do get home I plan to be busy with my sweet and happy-to-be-home dogs (they stay at a pet hotel), unpack a bit, catch up on some DVRed TV shows and just unwind after the long ride home.
I am sad to be leaving Arizona, yet happy to be going home.