How Long Of A Vacation is Too Long?
It’s been 7 days since I last saw my home. Two complete days of driving across the country, five days of fantastic weather in Florida. It’s been a great vacation, but I’m going to tell you a secret.
After being on vacation for a week, I’m more than ready to go home.
I realize I’m not your average vacationer. Most people are excited to go on vacation and sad when it’s over. On the other hand, I’m as excited to pack up and go home as I was to go on vacation in the first place. My vacation mood follows a predictable pattern, and my wife sees the signs even if she doesn’t understand them.
Days 1 & 2
Giddy as a little kid going to the fair for the first time. I’m ecstatic to forget about my job for a while, get some extra sleep, and r-e-l-a-x.
Days 3 & 4
I’m loving life, soaking in â€œthe good life.â€ My batteries are recharged, and I’m looking for new adventures around every corner. I develop a curiosity about what’s going on at work, and I check my email in the evenings.
As a creature of habit and structure, I suddenly notice that I’m out of my usual rhythm. It bothers me a little. I crave the schedule of everyday life. I begin to respond to work emails.
My fuse has grown considerably shorter, and my snappiness towards those around me has increased noticeably. I sneak away and spend time by myself so I don’t ruin the fun of those around me. I can’t get comfortable at night to save my life. My bed at home is so much more comfortable. The water pressure in the shower is terrible. I hope the person watching our cats is cleaning out the litter box. I can only imagine how many surprises the cats have left around our house over the last week.
I’m obsessed with when we’ll be going home. I have a giant clock ticking backwards in my head. My family threatens to put me on a plane and send me home by myself. For just once in their lives I wish they would follow through on a threat. I’m up at 5:30am staring at the walls. I have no idea how my family can sleep. I think I might hate them. I get in the van, put my hands on the steering wheel and fantasize about driving home.
Complete black out occurs after this. My family tells me my response to every question is simply, â€œYes. Whatever you would like,â€ accompanied by a nod of my head.
Obviously this is all in good fun, however my mood does change right around day 4 or 5. That’s really the tipping point as to when I begin to prefer everyday life over vacation. We’re on day 7, BUT we’re packing up and at least taking actions to go home. That helps my mood a lot. Wish me safe travels on our way home, and hope that I get home before I reach total blackout.
How about you, Clever Friends? Do you have a limit on how long a vacation can be before you begin to crave normal life?
Brought to you courtesy of Brock
Brock is a software engineer by day and personal finance blogger at night. He is a fitness junkie and enjoys grilling and smoking meat. Married with two children, Brock strives to improve his skills as a husband and father, and is always on the lookout to stretch his family’s budget as far as he can.