I used to think that melancholy after a trip to Greece was just a normal part of returning to "real life." The quiet click of my own front door closing, the sudden, muffling silence of the hallway... I saw it as the sound of comfort. But lately, I’ve realized it's a sound that's both a comfort and a shock. One moment, you’re navigating a labyrinth of whitewashed alleys, the scent of night-blooming jasmine and grilled octopus in the air, the murmur of a foreign language a cons