Peaks and troughs

It's a sad thing about travelling that eventually you get a bit tired of it, the money has been spent, the plans fulfilled and so you have to stop.

Unfortunately I don't find I can 'dine out' on my recent travel highs for very long, the depression of real life sets in all too quickly.

That's not to say I won't recount my journey, in various states of inebriation and sobriety, over many years to come, to whoever happens to spark a memory. But for all intents and purposes, the great person I was 'en route' has pretty much shrivelled back into just plain ol' me. With the same insecurities, the familiar niggling worries and annoying bad habits.

Or is this true? I must say, whenever I stuff up, I tend to think "Didn't I learn anything? Isn't the first rule of travel check with the driver if his destination encompasses mine? Or ask how much it costs, before committing to pay?"

So perhaps the issue is more one of implementing the lessons learned rather than denying I've changed or progressed at all. If only I could find the 'apply' button for my brain!