I miss these places

When I travel, I really pour my heart and soul into where I go. It's a great thing, because I get so much out of it; but it's awful because it's painful to leave. I grow so attached to the people, places, and making memories. It's always hard to leave home, but by the time I get there, I forget about everything. It's still difficult to look back at pictures and videos of the friends I made, but I know we'll meet again someday. I feel reassurance because I know at some point, if I care enough, I'll make it back; whether that be next year, or in 30 years. As for now, the memories will have to suffice.