The post-holiday buzz never lasts long enough. We’ve been back in PosyTown for a little over a week now, however I noticed my buzz quickly dissipating at work last Thursday (two days after our return) – by Friday it was well and truly out the door, and I found myself looking up flights back to Sydney for the long weekend. Common sense prevailed ($700-800 and a 15 hour flight just to get to Sydney is a little excessive, especially given the direct flight only takes four hours and usually costs around $200…), and I spent my long weekend sulking on the couch.
We had such a fabulous trip. In the cab on the way to the airport, I found myself fighting back tears. It was only once I finally stopped that I realised how completely exhausted I was. I knew I was tired, I knew that I was stressed, but I didn’t realise how completely wrecked I was; I didn’t realise the past six or so months had taken such a toll on me. I was excited to be heading down to Sydney (my happy place), but I think I needed a good cry. I watched a sad movie and sad TV shows on the flight down, and sobbed nearly the entire way. When we arrived in Sydney, we headed to our hotel in Circular Quay, checked in, and went out for a walk/in search of ice cream (at about 11 o’clock at night, as you do). There is something cathartic about crying, a good walk and ice cream – I felt a lot better for it! I suppose it also helped that I was in Sydney…
When we’ve taken trips away in the past, I’ve always found it really difficult to switch off from work, and will find myself answering emails while I’m on leave. This trip, I really stepped back – I checked emails for a couple of hours the first morning we were there, before I rolled my eyes at myself – everything was under control (my staff are fantastic), and I reminded myself that I was only away for four work days. While I was a little distracted with something else on my mind, relaxing was definitely much easier after this realisation.
It was such a lovely few days. There was a lot of eating – we dined at Firefly in Walsh Bay, The Woods (the newish restaurant in our hotel), and Wildfire in Circular Quay (when our movie in Centennial Park was rained out). We drank a lot of coffee and quite a few cocktails, we ate a lot of frozen yogurt, and
we Mr Posy did a lot of shopping.
The birthday party that we flew down for was fantastic. My friend really outdid herself (as she always does!) – I know her little boy had a truly fantastic day. They had a petting zoo, which kept the little ones (and the not-so-little ones) amused – there were rabbits and ducklings and chickens and goats and lambs!
We spent some time by the beach, by the pool, with friends (though not as much time as I would have liked, and I didn’t get to catch up with everybody I had planned to see, unfortunately), I squeezed in afternoon naps, and we met with a few wedding vendors. We made a visit to the giant duck in Darling Harbour…
Mr Posy didn’t have to drag me on to the plane back to PosyTown (to his amazement, I’m sure), but to say I was a little sad about having to leave would be an understatement. I really needed the time away, and I do feel better for it, but now that we’re back to the daily grind, it’s pretty depressing. I am missing Sydney dreadfully. Pretty sad and pathetic, I know, I know.