Post-vacation blues or is the universe just trying to tell me something?

I have been back from Cuba for a few days. Thankfully, the weather here is very nice. I don't think I could have dealt with returning to snow and cold. I've taken a vacation in winter a couple of times and just couldn't deal with returning to a world of grey (grey people, clothes, roads, skies, floors, offices).

So I have made the decision not to venture outside of Canada during the winter months. It's not that I love winter. In fact, if I never had to live through another winter, it would be a very, very long time before I started to miss the snow and cold temps. It's just that I would rather live through the pain than escape to paradise and then have to return to hell. I guess that reveals a fair bit about my personality.

So, I am delighted to see leaves bursting forth from the trees outside my kitchen and living room windows. I can just feel the energy bubbling under the surface. And I am told we will have cold temps and possibly snow next week. I'm actively ignoring this information and focussing on good images like the beautiful beaches and countryside I experienced in Cuba.

Every time I vacation at the beach, I have to ask myself what the hell I am doing in a cold country. I guess the truth of it is that it's living here that makes it possible for me to take vacations to the beach. Still, my desire is still to retire somewhere warm and by the sea.

Being by the sea also reminded me of how important it is for me to reside by a large body of water. The rivers of Ottawa are lovely and it's great that there are lots of lakes nearby. But really and truly, I know in my heart I am supposed to be by the sea.

So, I guess it's all of this that is making me feel kinda down. I know that I don't have much to complain about. I'm healthy, employed, have great friends and living in the best country in the world (that I have experienced so far). Still, there is this sense of dissatisfaction lurking around the edges. I always seem to go through this when I get back home after a trip. It's the possibilities of another life in another place. This feeling has been popping up more and more frequently in recent years. Somehow, this time it feels different.

Perhaps the universe is telling me to get off your duff and bloody well do something.

Right, got it.

Over and out!