Golly, I'll Miss All This

It's almost 10:00 PM, and the street is filled with my neighbors and their friends, skateboarding up and down the street, swearing and screaming incoherently, and apparently having an outdoor karaoke contest of some kind, where bonus points are awarded on a per-decibel basis.

Have I mentioned how much I'm not going to miss this place when I'm settled in on my 1.63 acre, wooded lot up north?