You know that feeling you get when you're on your last day of a vacation and you have to go home even though every cell in your body is screaming ‘never go back to that horrible place where responsibility is waiting,’ and it just sucks knowing there’s nothing you can do but finish packing and start the long, dull trip home where you’ll commence your usual soul-sucking routine that you used to think was pretty great until you discovered something so much better was out there?
