I’ve been sitting here for 5 minutes, just thinking, just looking at my screen. Trying to decide which way to go with this post. I could be really melancholy, because two of our best friends have moved away. I could be really joyful – because they are moving to an exciting opportunity in Seattle.
I decided to walk right down the middle.
We all have an inner circle, right? The people who are closest to us, who we can count on for anything? Especially us orphans who moved away from family back home and started a new life all on our own. We build that circle from friends in our new state, the people who gather for holidays, the people who are listed on emergency forms, the people who have house keys.
It’s sometimes hard to bring in new people into that circle, because it changes the dynamics. In the past, new people have crippled my circle and I became even more cautious.
“They are lawyers and one of them is Irish. They seem cool.”
That was all I got out of my husband six years ago when Michelle and Pierce moved in next door.
We’d been here five years already and were on friendly terms with the family there, but not much more than that.
Slowly, over time, we hung out with Michelle and Pierce more and more. Dinners back and forth across the fence. Concerts, as we all loved (mostly) the same kind of music. Walking dogs when Poe came along – my 70 pound dog nuzzling their pup who was 1/10 his size. Soccer games, because the Irish is always in Pierce and they were season ticket holders.
We introduced them to Jeff and Danielle – our primary non-family family members and the circle expanded. Dinners turned in Thanksgiving and Christmas. Hanging out turned into babysitting. Walking the dog turned into Pierce being the only one on the block besides us who could manage Poe. Concerts turned into sitting on their floor, watching Eurovision for 4 days straight and torturing Pierce with Jedward. Times with Declan turned into “date night” for Michelle – where they created insane desserts that involved massive amounts of Oreos and sugar and food coloring and a bunch of other things I don’t know because, seriously, Oreo Night was out. of. control.
We became family.
On her last day in Denver, Michelle’s mom called and told her a secret.
“I think your house has a ghost. I never wanted to tell you while you lived there, but I saw him, plain as day, when I visited.”
We all were crushed that that we didn’t know this previously. We totally would have made friends with the ghost. It would have been a goof. Like Oreo night, and Eurovision, like almost everything we did together.
What they don’t realize is, there most definitely *is* a ghost in that house.
Michelle and Pierce left one behind the minute they stepped on that plane.