If you've been to at least one concert before that you thoroughly enjoyed, then you know right away the feeling I'm talking about. If not, I'll walk you through a scenario. For everyone else, reminisce with me.

The band just left the stage and the lights come on, revealing the place suddenly emptying out, forcing you out of the trance you were in watching the musical act just minutes before. You blink a few times, seeing a crew taking apart the stage that was just illuminating with beautifully orchestrated lights and so much energy, it had a whole venue entranced with it. One of the main thoughts on your mind is, "Wow", as you are still in awe of the experience you just underwent.

You finally snap out of it and begin walking out the venue with your friend or whoever it is you came with. You are going on about the concert with them, talking about how 'amazing' it was, anything particularly awesome the artist did, and just how blown away you are. If there was a new artist you were introduced to at the concert that you liked, you're already adding their album to your Spotify music library most probably; or you might not be able to because your phone is completely and absolutely dead from all the recording. If you go to concerts a lot, you've probably already mastered the art of recording and not actually looking at the phone, allowing you to fully enjoy the concert.

You finally get to the car and you find yourself in a state of "what do I do now?". You may be tempted to play one of the band's albums as you try to make your way out of the venue's parking lot... and by 'may be tempted' I mean that's exactly what's happening at that moment. You and your friend are most likely screaming the lyrics to the songs you just heard live. While you're waiting in traffic, y'all are still going on about the event and a sudden thought comes to you: "Let's go see them again." One of you takes out your phone searching for their next tour date and if you are able to make it. Then reality -- or your wallet -- slaps you in the face as you realize you can't afford to see them again... at least so soon. So then you are back in post-concert sadness mode, as you continue listening to the band's album wishing you could reverse time and see them again.

You finally make it back to your home and if you bought merchandise, you try it on, justifying all the money you just spent on merchandise on how amazing the concert was. You may try to go to sleep after since it's late, but not before scrolling through some pictures that you took that night.

So for the next few days, you still look back on the photos and re-watch the videos you recorded, still wishing you could go again. And yes, the album is still on repeat somewhere in the background. Eventually you get past it and move on, but the memory is permanently there.

Now even though the post-concert part absolutely sucks, I never hesitate to put myself through it over and over again because the experience is so worth it. Some people dislike concerts because it's 'too loud' or there's 'too many people' but I love it entirely and a part of me feels at home whenever I'm at one. I'll continue to go until my bank account tells me no.