I recently returned home from a four week overseas holiday and it was truly blissful. For the most part.
If you followed my travels on Instagram, you may have been mistaken into thinking that the whole four weeks were a beautiful blur of relaxing on beaches, basking under impossibly blue skies, and sipping red wine at sunset.
But, as we know and often need reminding, social media only tells some of the story. As an easily stressed out, type-A individual, traveling can leave me feeling pretty anxious.
This – the unsettled feeling when I arrive somewhere new, the agitation when I’m overwhelmed but need to make yet another decision, the knot in my stomach when I board a plane or train or bus that I can’t get off for three, five or fourteen hours – is the part of my story that conveniently falls off my social feed.