It’s a sensation often felt after weekend gatherings, whether professional conferences or spiritual retreats. On Monday morning, returning to the “real” world is the last thing you want to do.
A pastor at a spiritual retreat I attended a few years back put it best when, on the last day of a three-day retreat, he said something like this:
I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you people, whom I’ve come to love, in this place where all my meals are prepared for me, and where I’m waited on and where we enjoy wonderful fellowship and worship … and all my meals are prepared for me.
Or, as Morgan Busse put it on her blog, “dessert at lunch and dinner, yes please!”
Monday morning was so dreary for me, I almost didn’t recognize myself. I didn’t even get nervous about e-mailing off the manuscripts I was asked for, though I always have done in the past. I spent way more time on Facebook and other social media sites than normal. It’s almost as if I, the inveterate introvert, suddenly had a case of people withdrawal.
This never happens to me. Except after conferences.
It wasn’t until my second or third conference — I think it was at the Florida Christian Writers’ Conference — that someone told me this is common. Normal, even. And then the aforementioned pastor said something similar.
There’s something about being cocooned among like-minded people that makes going back to “normal” life difficult. I’m sure it’s the camaraderie, and not the food.
At least, it’s not entirely the food.