It used to be for me that every time I came back to Utah, it was like intentionally tearing off a scab that wasn't quite ready to come off, causing it to bleed again almost as much as the first time. It would take weeks for that scab to get back to the point where it was before I picked it off.
Now, coming back to Utah is only like glancing down at my scar and remembering that it's there but not feeling the pain anymore.
Time heals all wounds. But it doesn't make you forget them.