On my way home

Tomorrow I start my journey home. Or re-start, I suppose, after a 2-week hiatus in Italy. I am so ready to hug Tom, pet Boris and Percy, cook in my own kitchen, sleep in my own bed, start yoga classes, bike, walk the dish, and sit on the patio with the NYT and a cup of coffee. I decided to spend the night in the outskirts of Rome tomorrow to avoid a 4:30 am wake-up call on Saturday morning. I was a bit worried that (i) I wouldn't wake up; (ii) I'd get lost; (iii) I'd hit traffic (iv) all of the above, and then miss my early flight to London which connects to a flight to the US.

I cannot say that I am excited to pick up all my research again on Monday. I know I should be, but I think I'm a little bit tired. 2 weeks vacation should be enough to be re-energized, I suppose, but I feel like I've been burning full throttle since starting the PhD (and the 5 years before that at the Bank, and the 2 years before that doing my Masters...). I don't know how to slow it down. I then succumb to sleep-depriving waves of guilt. Let's see how I feel after 31 hours of travel, I'm sure I'll be better then. Maybe I will try to work 4 days a week and see how that goes.