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r8derfan
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The week before the trip I am ecstatic. Two days before we leave I'm crazy with excitment. The day we leave still excited. The 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th days are just great. The 5th day a slow depression starts creeping in. The 6th day is a sad day knowing I have to leave the next day. The 7th day is an awful and depressing day, driving to the airport for that long flight and then drive home. Once home, unpack, wash clothes, lay around and be grumpy.