Bow to your sensei!

Nothing quite packs a depressive punch more than the travel blues, some would argue a raging hangover is on par but in reality you can swear off booze but good holiday memories are near impossible to suppress.

Coming home from a good holiday is great for the first day, your mind is occupied as you visit friends and show them the various smelly rashes you've picked up on your travels. After that though things tend to go downhill as your once free booze filled days are replaced by "The Man" and his grind. After my last trip I couldn't even bring myself to watch the travel channel on TV as it just ignited my need to travel and I had more important things to think about...right?

I mean I'm not getting any younger, my 25th birthday is behind me and I had to think of the bigger picture...car...mortgage...penis extension...family etc. Everybody keeps drilling it into me, I'm told countless times that I have to get my shit together and think of the future and what it holds for me.

They're right...it's time to take life by the genitals and give it some direction...

I marched into my Bosses office on my first day back...

"I want 3 months off to travel"

Ok so I didn't exactly find any direction but I sure kicked the travel blues in the balls!

The best recipe for the travel blues is to plan your next trip, whether it is in 15 days or 15 years having something in place will help you get by and instead of reflecting you’re looking forward.

I sound like fucking Yoda...