On July 1, 2011 I wrote an entry called The Post Vacation Funk after returning to real life from an 8-day trip up and down the New England Coast with my then-boyfriend. It turns out it was a popular post and actually garnered me a spot on the WordPress home page, in the Freshly Pressed section… which ending up catapulting me OUT of my funk because I was getting almost 3,000 hits a day for 5 days!
Unfortunately while the Freshly Pressed lightning has yet to strike again… The Post Vacation Funk has struck full force leaving me void of words and cursing the cursor on my computer as I struggle to cobble together an entry for you faithful readers to (hopefully) enjoy.
Therefore… I have decided to compromise by borrowing my previous post and tailoring it to the city that never sleeps…
I just returned from a 4-day get-a-way to New York City with my fiance… and it was A-MAZ-ING. However… it is now official. I am in the midst of a full-fledged, hard-core, post-vacation funk. And I am here to tell you that the fabled funk is very real and I would argue that it is an inevitable occurrence in the life of any vacationer.
All the fun you’ve been planning for, saving for and laid awake with great night-before-Christmas anticipation for … is over. The photos are now in your camera instead of the brochure and the t-shirt is hanging in the closet.
Mind you, the funk does not occur overnight. Rather it seeps into your conscience slowly and before you know it you are completely mired in it. Suddenly you find yourself knee-deep in the reality that you are neither: A. Independently wealthy, or B. Free from the obscenity that is Responsibility … with a capital “R.”
When you first arrive home—a weary traveler surrounded by the familiar sights, scents and sounds of your “stuff”—you can’t help but experience Dorothy’s “There’s No Place Like Home” feeling and sleeping in your own bed (on the memory foam that still remembers you) is blissful.
The next day comes and whether at home or the office, it is a flurry of activity. You’re answering emails, returning calls and taking care of household chores with that rested, happy glow that only a true getaway can provide. You’re still sportin’ the amped-up attitude that comes from spending 4 invigorating days in a lively, noisy, pulsing city, surrounded by millions of people and you are recounting the details of your adventure to anyone who will listen.
People expect that you will not exactly be “at the top of your game” since your head is most likely still in the clouds (or on top of the Empire State Building, or on a sunny bench in Central Park, or at the comedy club or that really cool pizzeria you found and are determined is owned and operated by one of the Five Families) and minor errors and gaffs are swiftly forgiven.
Day three brings with it the bi!@# that is reality. The alarm sounds for the second time since you’ve been back and you suddenly remember that this was why you went on vacation in the first place … to escape that d@mn alarm and the daily grind that follows it.
Day four is the same as the third only worse. The alarm clock hits you like a punch in the face reminding you that yesterday was not a fluke or a joke or a drill or even a bad dream. YOU. ARE. NOW. HOME. And it is only Wednesday. This is when you begin to play a sadistic little game with yourself that I like to call: “Where Were You Exactly One Week Ago (or Two in this case) Today?” And a word to the wise about playing this game: The non-vacation version of you will always wind up the loser.
By the way… exactly TWO weeks ago today… we were having authentic New York bagels in Brooklyn (complete with lox) … but whatever. I’m not playing.
By day five you understand your fate, but you do not necessarily like it. Anger builds. You can’t stop playing the “Where Were You Exactly One Week Ago (or Two in this case) Today?” game every time you open the empty refrigerator, notice a heaping pile of laundry, encounter a pair of tall, sad, suede boots lying lifeless on the floor or reach into your purse in search of a pen only to grab your NY Metrocard instead.
It is at this point that you begin to entertain wild imaginings about how you might achieve the life of a full-time vacationer. What if I just disappeared? What might be the consequences of that? How much DO those people who serve over-priced cocktails, take tickets for the boat ride to the Statue of Liberty or sell I Heart NY t-shirts on the sidewalk actually make? Is it hard to learn how to make hand-rolled bagels like the guy behind the counter at that quaint little bakery on the Lower East Side? Is it too late to get a degree in Recreation or Hospitality and Tourism Management? Am I too old to become a bike messenger?
They say that there are five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and finally Acceptance. They are not necessarily experienced in order. The bereaved might vacillate between the five for several weeks or months languishing for a time at one stage or another. So far I think I have experienced all of them and it has yet to be two full weeks.
Hopefully by the time I post this, I will have quietly accepted my life just the way it is. It’s either that or you will likely find me behind a counter in a hairnet and apron, serving kosher pickles to tourists.
10 thoughts on “NYC: I Heart New York or The Post Vacation Funk, Part 2”
Oh that sounds horrible almost as if you were a prisoner who had accidentally let out for a brief few days and then rounded up and hauled back in once more for a life sentence.
I shouldn’t complain Linda 😛 Life is not so bad right now as I don’t have a “daily grind” at a job… though I do hope to find one soon!
Oh good – it’s not just me then – you pretty much described my post-vacation funk…in exquisite detail!
I’m caught between our last visit to NYC in December and the hard truth that we can’t afford to go back until next year, instead of this year for our silver wedding anniversary…probably somewhere between Depression and Acceptance but still rebelling about it inside…
No Jacquie, you are most certainly NOT alone! I always sttruggle when I get back from a trip. First you’re on this high and then come crashing down to earth! UGH! 😦 Thank you for stopping by, commenting and subscribing! It is always great to see a new subscriber. Have a great day!
Hmmm, maybe I just won’t go on vacation. Perhaps the key is to always have something to look forward to? Kinda like your posts 🙂
Thanks JT. Yes, it most certainly is good to have something to look forward to. I have always been like that. And job hunting isn’t the most fun thing in the world. I worry and worry that I won’t find one and have to keep affirming myself everyday that I will… in time. 😀 Notice I finally changed the text under “My Daily Thrisis”??
The “Post Vacation Funk”… just as funny the second time around. Just read your “other” column and it is true…you are not patient. But then, neither am I so you get it honestly. You will get to go back to NY again and take your parents this next time!!!!
Mom, this is so weird! I was wondering why a comment came up under my name that I did not write… I am logged on on your computer!! Can you please go to the WordPress page and logout? Thanks! 🙂
Oh! Oh! I know the answer to this! The second you get back, you need to start planning your next trip. Seriously, it works.
Roger that! I actually think that is how Lee is coping with HIS version of PVF… he is thinking about where we should go next! 😉