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The van is actually gone. I kissed it on the nose before I took Kate to the airport, and when I returned home, it was no longer in the spot in front of the garage where it lived for the last year while I wrapped my head around not driving it any more. It is absurd that it took so long, and that I was so attached to it, or so disinclined to clean it out. I said I wanted to make it into a clubhouse, or a chicken coop, but really it just took that long to let go.