There are places I remember

Spending the last few months, weeks and days in the town you grew up in, trying to cherish it, trying to enjoy the most of it. Like there's a weird hunch in the back of your mind that life will never be as simple as it is now, it will never be as easy. Walking home in the middle of the night, to suddenly stop and sit down, as if to take a last look at the place where you've always felt home.