What we leave behind. Aaah, Summer vacation ; Camp grounds, Hotels, time share vacation condominiums, Rental cars, and restaurants. We come. We go. For a length of time making a space our own. We don’t know about who came before us, sleeping in “our” bed, sharing our bedding, and pillows ; using “our” toilet, and “our” shower. In a chaotic world where we constantly have our nose to the grindstone, we all hope for reprieve. If walls could talk what would they say about what we leave behind when the vacation is over?