I'm not sure if this happens to anyone else but every trip I take I suffer some anxiety on the first night. Not fear or apprehension. More of a "I should be at home" feeling.
I know in my head it's nonsense. And I really do love to travel. And by morning I am always fine and even excited.
I can't really explain it but It's a little "I shouldn't have spent the money" and some "what is something happens at home" and even a dash of "I miss my cats" (sorry boys, I'm sure I will miss you too)
But I suffer with the smallest sense of homesickness every time. But now 5 days in I'm already worrying about having to leave this little paradise.
Maybe there really is no pleasing me.....