More than anything, I want to fast forward and leave this place forever and ever. But then I think about the smell of sunscreen and swimming pools and water balloon fights in the neighbor’s driveway and I think about the lilac bushes that bloom in the spring and the two pine trees that made sunset shapes on the backyard patio and I think of bare feet on hot asphalt and shooting basketball hoops above the garage and that place on my roof where I watched the stars all summer when it was too humid to breathe. And it just makes me sad.