My parents had to jet off to their current continent of residence today after one of their semi-annual visits for medical, dental appointments, etc. So, after a couple of weeks of coming home to real people, I came home to a very empty house.
For as much as it drives me nuts when they blast in here, I still get those post-visit blues when they depart. The inevitable let-down that comes after any company heads home.
Sure, while you have visitors, you’re off your regular schedule, you have to be considerate of someone else, you compromise on TV shows, but when the place goes back to normal, even with the relief, it’s a downer. Even more of a let down when it’s a visit like this one–where Mom, ya know, cooks awesome food for me to consume in massive quantities (she’s so stoked about getting back into her own kitchen, she goes nuts cooking and stocking the pantry)–and Dad dives into yard work like a kid in a candy store. Not only am I left with a quite house, all my chores are back, too.