I don't know why

for a good majority of the day (good majority being 1/ 2 hours), I am sad about leaving the hotel in spain to go back to my house in the UK and I cry about having to leave the hotel and having to fly back, and all the memories of the holiday

this is absolutely crazy, I know it, because I have nothing to connect me to spain (or indeed any holidays, I've never been abroad)

what's more crazy is that their's no logical explanation

If I could sleep, then I could dream about a Spanish holiday, but I'm awake all night and alert to what's going on- so it isn't that

I also know nothing at all about Spanish hotels, but when I'm in that place where I'm crying over the holiday, I know everything about them

it is so, so weird- and I just wish it would stop because getting depressed over a fake holiday is just sad

really, really sad- in both senses