I stood in the doorway taking in the surroundings of the room set in front of me. I turned my head seeing the old melted ice cream stains on the duvet, the crumpled, worn toy giraffe with stuffing falling out lying dead on the dresser. I moved around and looked at the dust caked windowsill and the greasy streaked window that stood tall above it. Leaning against the sighing brown wood walls. I walked to the window and looked out to the vast salt waters of the ocean, I picked a soapy rag and began wiping away my old memories.