Vacations are so weird.  I have a lot of trouble realizing that they are real life.  I always feel like I put real life on hold and I'm just floating somewhere in a sort of alternate universe.  Then when the vacation is over it feels like the whole thing never happened...like it was all just a dream.  I don't know if this is normal or not.   Sometimes I worry about my grip on reality.  Sometimes I feel like life in like flipping between photographs.  Nothing really ever connects.  Every time I switch locations or activities its like I'm in a new picture. Like I just exist in different settings that don't really have anything to do with each other.  Its hard to explain.  I guess viewing life this way helps me keep my depression in check.  Its hard to worry about the future or about fast events if time doesn't feel linear. I sound crazy....