It's funny how time heals everything, well, most of it anyway. Last week I was coming home in a "basket-case" state, i.e. complete emotional wreck. I thought that that last trip will be my last one this year. Now a week later, the itch of travel is coming back. I catch myself thinking of the loveliness of Paris in September, of the warmth of Sydney in spring, and of the excitment of getting on the plane and just GOING somewhere.
I don't know what you call this: emotional healing, stupidity, denial... Whatever it is, I want to be back in the air! Not because I HAVE TO, but because I WANT TO.
BTW, I enjoyed reading about your experiences on this thread. Glad that you are back on the planes and are going somewhwere. See you in the air!