Going back to school

This past weekend I spent in a cabin, by the most beautiful lake I had ever seen. Now I go back to school tomorrow. When I left that lake, when I returned home, when I woke up this morning, I was unprepared for the heaviness I felt. In short, I don't want to go back to school. The time I spent in that little slice of paradise meant more to me in a way I could never have predicted I would feel. It was one of the most wonderful times of my life. I was so free of my usual worries and stresses. It was a different kind of freedom that I fully intend on experiencing many more times in the future.