Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I notice as I grow older I'm more disoriented when I return from a trip.  I have a mental fatigue I didn't used to feel.  I'm not quite sure where the bathroom is in the middle of the night, and I need to make lists to pretend to get my life back under control.  My body doesn't take kindly to different beds and pillows, even sounds in the background alert me in a more pressing way.  I plunged into babysitting and cooking and laundry, but I really wasn't quite ready.  Even the environment was a shock.  I'd visited emerald green, blossoming, humid and damp climates and now the greens here seem grayish and the air dryer and the earth harder.  Don't get me wrong.  I live in a glorious place, but I was comparing, I guess, which never does any good.  I can't quite adjust back yet.  It's only been five days, less even, so I'm perhaps too impatient.  It's better to notice my reaction, anyway, and maybe cut myself more slack.  Even a baby trip is wearing, as it turns out!