I have been ghosted...

So, I have missed you guys. I had a really hectic and boring week, so I will try to focus on the good stuff.

My entire life I have never lived in a house. My mom and I moved around a lot. We lived in several nice apartments, but never any place permanent. When I hit my sophomore year in high school she finally agreed to settle down. She bought a condo. The other people in the neighborhood were pretty much to themselves. Some of the condos were summer homes too. We had a neighborhood association that mowed the grass, trimmed the trees, and plowed the snow. So I don't feel this condo actually counts as a house.

Michael and I had a base house for a short while, but that doesn't really count either. The military has strict regulations pertaining to their houses and yards so the dweller doesn't have much creative say so. When we lived in the base house though I learned I like to mow the lawn. Michael thinks it's because I had never had to do it as a regular chore. This house was also the first house I ever hung Christmas lights on. Needless to say even though it was a warped home experience, it was my first.

Michael and I closed on our house last February. It took six months to build. During these six months we visited almost every weekend. We monitored the process and took cheesy sequential pictures. We also participated in a couple of neighborhood functions. We were trying to get to know some of the cool people in our neighborhood. I met Vlad at one such function. Since the debacle with him and Tess people on his side of the street started talking shit about me. It doesn't bother me too much because I know what kind of person I am and so do my immediate neighbors. I personally think that their lives and relationships are so unfulfilled that they perceive me and Michael as a threat. I mean wouldn't you feel like a heal if someone twenty years younger than you had a better grip on life and love than you? People don't admit to that type of shit. The make fun of it or say defensive things like "Your just young and naive. Wait until you have been married for (fill in the blank) years." I am so over it.

Anyway with my reputation as a whore and Michael's a dumb putz, you can imagine my surprise when we were "ghosted" last night. What is "ghosted" you ask? Apparently it is when someone prepares a bucket of candy, a ghost drawing, and instructions, sets the bucket on your front porch, rings your doorbell and runs. How cool is that? The instructions say that we are to enjoy our treats, but that we should ghost two more families in our neighborhood within the next 48 hours. We are supposed to "Have fun and share the Halloween spirit." The goal is to ghost everyone in the neighborhood. I am choosing to think that someone who likes us, rather than a neighbor we haven't met, ghosted us.

I think for all the drama, rumors, and gossip I wouldn't want to live in any other place. I finally feel like I am living in my own little Mayberry. Truth be told, I love it here.

I should note that I briefly thought of placing a few buckets of ghost shit in front of Tess's and her neighbors' houses. I decided against it though. I am so proud of myself...:)