“I would come back to my apartment in New York, and lie in my bed, kept up by something more than jet lag, playing back, in my memory, over and over, all that I had experienced, and paging wistfully though my photographs and reading and re-reading my diaries, as if to extract some mystery from them. Anyone witnessing this strange scene would have drawn the right conclusion: I was in love”. This quote from the article, Why We Travel really resonates with the most because that is the best description on how I act coming back from a trip or camp. I fall back into my bed and just think about all the memories I just made and all the new experiences that I have just had. But I also think about how I can not go back to that time and how sad I am not being able to go back to that certain place at that instant.