When I traded in my first car for an upgrade, I got misty-eyed. When my husband and I sold our first home, I cried on the way to our new one. Even when I pitch an old mascara, I'm inclined to yell, YOU'RE MY BOY, BLUE! My issues run deep. There's just something about endings that make me weepy, and ... » Learn More about Why End of School Goodbye’s Make Me Teary