Just wondering if anyone else has experienced this... going from the high of arriving at your destination with a substantial wad of cash in your wallet; having everyone and everything at your beck and call, every whim catered to, every desire fufilled etc.. only to end up feeling a bit melancholy at check out time.
It reminds me of that scene in "Pretty Woman" where Richard Gere is standing on the balcony while it's beginning to thunder and the bellboy is gathering his things. Admittedly, I don't take that much time for myself since I'm a self professed workaholic. When I do go away, I find it ironic that the longer I'm gone, the harder it is to get on the plane and return.
It reminds me of that scene in "Pretty Woman" where Richard Gere is standing on the balcony while it's beginning to thunder and the bellboy is gathering his things. Admittedly, I don't take that much time for myself since I'm a self professed workaholic. When I do go away, I find it ironic that the longer I'm gone, the harder it is to get on the plane and return.
