Misty

There are times that tears come much easier than other times.   Sometimes they come out of nowhere, like I don’t know they’re coming until my throat tightens up.

I’ve only been in my house a few months now. MY house. Debt and all. It’s horrifying. It’s exciting.

Of course it was my first year to pass out candy at MY house. The first little cuties came and I gave out candy. They were so excited to get candy.  They were so adorable. Sometimes mom or dad made them say the magic words. Then they’d say “thank you” after I gave them candy.

I teared up after the first ones left. Part of it was because they were so damn cute, so innocent, so sweet. And part of it was because it was MY house. These kids were coming to “some lady’s” house to get candy (and good, stuff, too I should I add). I was that “some lady.”

I think another thing that made me tear up was that some of these parents were, like, MY age! Possibly even younger. I was very chatty with one little girl–I love talking to kids. When I stood up, I realized dad was video taping the event. Aw,  jeez. Oh, well, I think I got some good footage for him because dang it, she was precious!

After they left, it was tears of family, tears of wanting that, tears of longing for something like that.

I didn’t get a whole ton of Trickers, but enough to make me feel more and more like a home-owner.

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