Post-Traveling Depression?

Last time I trekked around Europe I couldn’t wait to come home by the end of it. This time around I hated to leave it. It feels good to be around the people that I love, but I can’t help the longing for adventures in far off places. Waking up at 7:00 in the morning ready to walk 13 hours up a hill towards Prague castle, browsing through Easter egg markets in Vienna with busy shops all in a row, riding the tube along with locals in London after a traditional English breakfast with baked beans, and laughing continuously with traveling buddies on new experiences and faux pas that we’ve made through out the trip. I miss treading through foreign spaces and find it difficult to jump right back into the busy life that I’ve lead before I left. I find myself daydreaming about my next trip, and I am experiencing the weirdest sort of sadness…