As it is the day before Thanksgiving, I will start by saying that despite what I write here, I am unbelievably grateful for all that I have in life and the opportunity to do what I do. So take all below with a grain of salt...maybe a shaker of salt.
I'm sure I've written these words before, but coming home after one of trips is like you've been involved with this incredibly intense competition involving full focus and effort and then the competition is over. Our days when we travel are so full! There is no routine. Each day you are planning what you will do and how you will do it. No brain dead get in the car and drive to some appointment using the same roads you've used a thousand times before. Eating, shopping, transport all become exercises. At home they are routine. And we go out of our way to ensure we are in that state. We purposely limit how long we stay any one place because the excitement is in the discovery.
We are usually physically very tired and it doesn't end with the days activities because once we are wherever home is that night, we need to look at all our pictures and try to get a blog post up. Yes, yes, yes, we don't have to do that. But we LOVE doing it.
So each day is filled to the brim with activity. Once home, there is nowhere near that requirement of mental focus. Wife truly loves her home routine and misses it when we travel. So she is always much happier to be home. For me it is transition that is more difficult. But the more travel we do, the easier it becomes. I think this is because I am confident that I will be off traveling again.