A brief passage from a very interesting book...

Today, while reading one of the books I bought yesterday I came across the following passage that seems very appropriate to what my classmates and I are currently experiencing:

"A journey, afterall, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends
when we have reached our doorstep once again. It starts much earlier and is
really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us
long after we have come to a physical standstill. there exists something like a
contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable."
(Ryszard Kapuscinski. "Travels with Herodotus")

Somehow, I feel that now, more than ever, I know exactly what he means and I am sure I am not alone in this understanding...