Back from the holidays, with a damn
headache that has been hammering my neurons since I left for Italy. Oh, the joy
of jet-lag, that made my holidays really miserable!
My slept was totally messed up for
the first 10 days at least, which made me sleep an average of 3-4 hours a
night.
I became very soon an intractable,
nervous and overstressed person who probably made my family regret to have me
back home.
In other words I discovered the
perfect formula for bad holidays: how to get back to work from your vacation
even more tired and stressed than you were when you left.
While in Italy I didn’t really enjoy
much social life, as I don’t even know where my friends hang out now (assuming
that they still hang out). A talk with a couple of people I knew was enough to
remember me how sad and depressing can be there, especially if you are looking
for a proper job.
I am aware I’m getting more and more
disconnected from my
home country: I watched the news on TV distractedly, as if I was in a hotel
room of a foreign country, passing there and feeling no connection at all with
that temporary place.
The return flight was less traumatic
then I could imagine: unlike the last time the immigration officers didn’t
seize me for an interrogation, searching for evidence of something strange in
the underwear I had in my baggage. In
fact when I showed my passport and work permit at the security control, the
officer just said: “Welcome back”. A sign that I’m becoming more Canadian and
less Italian? The only problem is that the jet-lag passed the control as well and followed me.
