One week ago I had just returned from my mini-vacation in lovely Tucson, Arizona.

Although I was only away for 3 days it took me nearly a week to feel back to normal at home in NYC. I’ve experienced this before. I call it the vacation rollercoaster.
The vacation rollercoaster is: weeks (sometime months) of build up and anticipation is followed by a week (or less) of fun adventures. Then there is the inevitable return to reality and, in this case, a post-vacation depression.
Not that my reality is all that bad, honestly I really love my life in NYC…but vacation is an escape from the mundane. It is filled with new sights and experiences…and it can be hard to let that go (especially when your vacations are as few and far between as mine).
My 3 days in Arizona were like a wonderful stimulation overload for all of my senses.
The scenery was incredibly beautiful and unfamiliar to me. The sky was so blue. The flora so unique. The whole vibe of the southwest was so different from what I am used to.

I felt really alive and energized in the desert. Being a heat-hating-water-lover I was not expecting to feel this way. But something about being there just felt so good and so right to me.

I got to spend a ton of time with one of my favorite women in the world — my dear friend Vanessa who I don’t get to see nearly enough (because she lives in Arizona…duh).

I also got to know a bunch of Vanessa’s Arizona friends all of whom were truly wonderful people who made the trip all the more special.

We spent the entire time I was there doing things I love. The days were spent hiking and adventuring…

….swimming in natural bodies of water (in the middle of the desert)…

…doing some shopping at an artsy downtown street fair, and eating amazing food like Mexican, sushi, gelato, and of course street fair food like this awesome (Bluth-esque) frozen banana.

And there were goats! One of whom tried to eat my pants. Literally. Not the highlight of the trip, certainly. But memorable.

Our nights were filled with the kind of funky bars I love (including one cowboy bar…yeeeehaw!) and of course some Arizona style karaoke…in the bar of a Best Western motel. It was way more awesome than that sounds.

I hardly got any sleep while I was there (a combination of the time difference, excitement of the trip, and my general insomnia made it impossible)…but that didn’t matter. The sun and the dry heat gave me enough energy to enjoy every moment of my time away.
Did I mention it was hot? Hot AND sunny? And I loved it? So strange.

It’s easy to see why, after a few days spent like that, a return to normal life could be a bit depressing. The cloudy gray skies of NYC…fighting the throngs at Penn Station…long trips on the LIRR…classes…readings…papers…research…IRB… laundry….cleaning etc. It’s all not nearly as exciting as hiking, swimming, dancing, eating, drinking, singing, exploring and adventuring. But that’s why life is life, right? And that is why vacation is something to be treasured, remembered and though of often.
And, without a doubt, I will be doing a lot of fond thinking about my 3 day mini vacation in Tucson, Arizona.

Do you experience post-vacation depression?
What is the best vacation you have been on lately? Ever?