Why is it that when I’m so busy at home, I cannot wait to have a break and recharge the batteries – but, when I’m here with nothing to do but relax, I keep thinking of all the work I need to do when I am back?
In some ways, I think I am fortunate as I like being at home and my “normal” life. Looking around at so many people on holiday, it is clear that this is their highlight of the year. The two weeks when they aren’t in the grind of worry about bills, routine jobs and general grimble.
No wonder you hear so many people imagine what it would be like to live their holiday dream. This is something that I grew up with – but then it was holidaymakers from the UK industrial towns enjoying their break in Great Yarmouth. Our life at the seaside seemed as exotic and remote from reality to them as a villa in Bulgaria does to many today.
It was great to live at the seaside, but it wasn’t easy. My family worked very hard to maintain the visitors’ dreams – and I can see the same is true here. Yes, the sunshine is great and the way of life seems more relaxed than in the UK. But the grass is always greener.
Actually, the grass will be greener in my garden at home with all the ongoing rain. It will also be knee-height unless my dad has kindly mowed it for me, as well as dog-walking, mending the kitchen tap, and all the other jobs my parents lovingly do for me on their “holiday” in the UK. They’ll be glad to go back to their life in France for a rest…