Last week was the annual BlogHer conference and it was held in San Diego, California. It was my fourth BlogHer and my first extended stay in San Diego. (I spent about twelve hours there at a friend’s house three years ago, but didn’t see the downtown area.) We stayed at a beautiful hotel, right on the ocean, within walking distance of the Gaslamp district. I missed my husband and kids, of course, but I had a fabulous time seeing old friends and meeting new ones and just enjoying myself.

As happens every year, the long day of travel home wears on me. Not just physically but emotionally. Once the conference is over I just want to be HOME. And, thankfully, I made it home safely.

I was only gone for four nights but it’s amazing how my daily groove got a little off. I took the kids to the beach and realized that my beach chair and their sand toys were in our other vehicle. At home. When we got back home I realized that I had forgot to put the dogs in their run (we live on an acreage, so no neighbors were bothered) but they were hanging out in there anyway.

Four days of only worrying about myself seems to have me forgetting some things that were old hat. Thankfully, I have a hands-on husband who kept our house running and it’s made the transition to “real life” much easier than it could have been. And speaking of that husband, I wasn’t even home yet and he had planned a date night for us this coming weekend. He gets ten gold stars. And possibly some “special treatment.” Ahem.

So, yeah. I guess what I’m trying to say is that vacation is awesome, coming home is even better, but the transition between the two can be a little bumpy, turbulence and jetlag aside.

How about you? Do you find the transition back to “real life” hard after vacation, whether solo or as a couple?

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