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I sit here, victorious. Jason is over at the old house sweeping out the garage and ridding it of trash, and we are done. DONE! I did some moving out during the day and after dinner we went over to the house again to pack and clean. Jen came over and helped move things to the car, and then, like the blessed saint of a woman she is, she took the girls to Sonic for ice cream and to get them out of our hair for a bit. While she was doing that I managed to finish my vacuum and Febreeze technique, and told the girls to get buckled up. As we were going to the car, Brianna said, "Are we going home?" I looked at the sunny yellow house we've spent two happy years at and replied, "Yes. Yes we are." Goodbye Elm street, it's been a pleasure. Jen followed me, Jason followed both of us (trailing by about two minutes) and we formed a tiny convoy to the new place. We pulled up to find that the neighbor directly across the street had been TP'ed. Very, very well I might add. The tree the vandals had chosen was covered in pink blossoms and the toilet paper hung off the branches, waving gently in the breeze like ghostly tendrils. Rather poetic. I showed Jen the new house then gave her the concrete lions that had adorned the driveway. As Jason was buckling them into the backseat of Jen's car a band of teenagers showed up and began cleaning up their handywork while the mother of the targeted child said, "You're not leaving until all this is cleaned up!" The street is dark and quiet now, but the topmost tree branches still have rebellious ghostly tendrils hanging from them, waving gently in the breeze.