Now I can’t be the only one who feels such an intense, dizzy excitement on the airplane toward a destination, and a deep, sorrowful, pit of despair on the homebound journey.
I’m talking more extreme than just general travel excitement and disappointment when those travels come to an end.
I’m talking a black hole mood that can sometimes show itself despondently, or with a fit of tears.
Post-travel depression is real, people.
But this blog post isn’t about that. Well, not completely anyway.
This is how – for once – on a plane journey home my post-travel depression was halted, and seemingly swapped for that pre-travel excitement. At least for a moment.
Sitting on the tarmac in the plane to return to the UK from Iceland (an adventure you can find my daily posts on here), I was greeted out the window by such a wondrous sight: Snow covering the airfield, the sunshine breaking through the clouds, and happiness spread back over me, warming my chilly mood like a hot, soothing bath.
Then, as we gained height, it was if Iceland was personally trying to cure my sorrow at leaving my adventure behind, by putting on the most delightful display from the air that would have any traveller breaking out a smile (and their camera!).
The stunning sight of the snow and ice-covered lands as they met the rough Atlantic Ocean made my heart jump.
I’m pretty sure I let out some audible gasps as I snapped photo after photo out the window – leaving no time to be disappointed my adventure had come to an end.
So thanks Iceland: For once, I didn’t shed a tear on the plane ride home.
For once, I didn’t descend into that awful pit of post-travel depression.
For once, I slid back into “everyday life” smoothly.
For once, I just continued to smile.
