Post Honeymoon Depression

As I mentioned briefly in the camping post, returning home after such an incredible 12-day trip was a mixture of relief and depression. It felt soooo good to be in my bed but after almost two weeks of getting up early, exploring and adventure seeking, I immediately began procrastinating the thought of getting out of bed. The shock of constant stimuli, activities, friends and family has finally climaxed and 'back to the grind' doesn't cut it.

Adri returned to work with a more profound sense of hatred for it than before she left, the house (after being home a week now) is still an absolute disaster and she is depressed she gained 5 pounds. I loath the idea of working a normal job, have no interest in doing any home projects and I'm annoyed that my tan is already starting to fade...not to mention the fact that I refuse to look at my credit card statement because I know how pissed I'll be at myself for how much we ended up spending on the wedding.

Sometimes there is comfort in a routine but I refuse to fall into a routine of post-nuptial boredom, aggravation and cyclic stimulation. I want to spice it up and keep it fun but now we are broke and forced into the rat race. Hopefully it's only temporary.

Hotels and Losing Your Stuff

Why is it that no matter where you stay the housekeeping department NEVER finds ANYTHING you left behind in your room by accident? Adri and I were rushed out of our lovely beachfront hotel at the Days Inn in Virginia Beach during our honeymoon and I called within 48 hours to inquire about a pair of missing shorts. I know I had them in that hotel room and I didn't have them when I returned home. Adri left her cellphone charger there, too - but, of course, neither item was "found" or reported to the appropriate staff.

Why is that we have to expect people to steal our stuff that we leave behind after we pay hundreds and hundreds of dollars to stay at their hotels? And it never fails - whether its the $300/night bed and breakfast or the $50/night Knights Inn. ANNND, to top it off, it's not like it was a wristwatch or jewelry (which I may understand for someone only making $6/hr to stumble upon) but a pair of shorts and a cellphone charger? PUHLEASE!

Love and Marriage

Well, I'm officially a married man. After 14 months of engagement, I became a married man on May 27, 2007. My wife and I (man, I need to get used to saying that) just returned to Chicago yesterday after our honeymoon.

It doesn't "feel" any different just yet but I have my ears perked for the slightest bit of "I swear things won't change when we get married" to start "changing". I'm looking forward to seeing the photographs and will share some as soon as they are available.