For the first time in 9 years, I am home on Halloween, waiting to hand out candy to trick or treaters. As I sort through the piles of mail, and clean up the kitchen, I can’t help but reminisce about Halloweens gone by.
After the disappointment of our first Halloween, when not one person came to our front door, you welcomed me into your home, starting a new holiday tradition. I came to look forward to Halloween, not just to see all the kids in their oh-so-adorable costumes, but because it gave me a chance to take Sophie out for a little bit of trick or treating before coming to hang out with you, sipping my wine as you handed out candy.
Just one more thing lost when you moved to Rochester.
I’ll admit, after you left, I tried to hang out with other neighbors, but the magic couldn’t be recaptured. So this year, rather than imposing on an unsuspecting neighbor, I decided to stay home.
And here is what I’ve discovered – while I’m enjoying the quiet time, Halloween is kind of boring.
We have gotten a few trick or treaters, but certainly not many. Definitely not enough to eat the two pounds of candy I bought on my way home tonight. Just as I thought about calling you on “our” holiday, you got my psychic blast and called me first.
Just a reminder that while there are miles between us, some traditions cannot be broken. They just change.
So Happy Halloween my friend. Can’t wait to see you in 9 days!
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