I once came across a quote about introverts not always taking everything in while it is happening.
I understood it immediately.
I can be somewhere beautiful, surrounded by people, talking, laughing and doing things — but sometimes I don’t fully absorb the experience until later.
It might be when I’m home looking through the photos, or when something reminds me of a conversation, or even years later when Facebook throws an old memory back at me.
That’s often when the story starts.
Maybe that is why I have accumulated so many of them. 
