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- Author: Maureen Kilmer
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TWENTY YEARS LATER
A truly magical living space . . .
My computer cursor blinked at me, taunting me with a blank page.
Daring me to write the perfect description for my newest real estate listing.
On the outside, the house was beautiful. It was a sage-green American
Foursquare with a dormer window sprouting out of the center of the roof
and a black front door encased by a large porch. I flipped through the
information packet, glancing at each picture.
I had chosen not to include any images of the inside in the listing. The
property had sat empty for three years, the house beginning its slow decline
without anyone who loved it, someone to take care of it. It would require a
lot of renovations, if not a total gut rehab.
There was nothing “magical” about the space, unless the Wicked Witch
of the West herself had taken up residence there among the crumbling
plaster and hidden critters in the corners.
I flexed my fingers and began to type.
Location, location, location . . .
They were the magic words in real estate, much like recently rehabbed,
move-in ready, and motivated sellers.
And I knew all about magic words.
I typed out the description, nodding in satisfaction. I spun around once
in my chair before I hit the Send button to turn in the final MLS listing,
ready to go live.
I shut my laptop and peered out the large picture window in my home
office that overlooked the front yard, with tall maple trees flanking the
driveway and a hedge of pink roses that lined the sidewalk. I frowned as I
saw movement near the garbage cans we’d placed on the street for pickup
day. I leaned forward and squinted, and it was just as I’d suspected—two
small gray bodies were scurrying around in between the cans.
Damn raccoons.
If I had a suburban nemesis, it was the neighborhood raccoons. They
were of the craftiest kind, always getting into the garbage cans on the side
of the house no matter what we placed on top. We sometimes woke to
garbage scattered on the driveway after a particularly hearty meal. One
evening, I nearly had a heart attack as I opened one of the cans outside to
toss a bag inside and one peeked its head out and locked eyes with me.
I
screamed and ran, bag of garbage abandoned on the driveway, until my
husband, Travis, agreed to venture into the fray. They usually only appeared
at night, but on garbage day it was an all-day trash extravaganza.
Other neighbors had been through rounds of exterminators and
deterrents, to no avail. But I didn’t need any of those things. I had a secret
weapon.
I scurried from my desk—looking very much like my neighborhood
nemeses—and leaned out the door of my home office, listening to make
sure that I was alone in the house. When it was confirmed, I raced back to
the window, knowing I only had a few minutes before my twins arrived
home from school.
I closed my eyes and felt the magic deep inside of me, where I kept it
under lock and key. I focused my intention on the raccoons, imagining
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