The sun burns above your skin. Sweat threatening to trickle down your neck, as you slumped against the car's window. The scene blurred before your eyes. Old, but strong houses. You're going to live in one of them. You were over with the melancholy of leaving the memories on the doorstep of you former home. Leaving your friends were the most painful.    It won't make any difference. Someday, you're going to leave this world too. But, as long as you're fortunate to live longer,