After a long and hectic trip back to the Netherlands, I am finally home again. But it doesn't quite feel like it as I am not surrounded by mounds of laundry and cool new things that I bought. The only thing in my house physically reminding me of my trip right now is a poster of the Guggenheim museum. Everything else is in my backpack - which is lost.
Statistically speaking, I'm sure it will turn up, but I'm getting slightly anxious now and am starting to think of things I need to buy tomorrow if it doesn't show up soon!
Very frustrating. The not-so-fun side of travel.