Something strange happens when we leave a place.
Our brains wrap up all our memories of a place and tucks them away safely.
When we return to that place later, the bubble unfolds, and all the memories we have stashed away unravel.
At first glance, it’s almost as if no time has passed at all.
A week away and a year away feel pretty similar to the person who went away.
That’s why it’s often a shock to find quite a lot has changed while we weren’t around.
Does time pass us by, or do we pass through times?