The End of an Era

"It's not the end of the world - in fact it's not even the end of the summer."
- Bowling For Soup, Shut Up And Smile

The final Harry Potter movie was good. Wrecking Ball didn't even make fun of me for crying like a baby. He sat with me through the credits and then took me home with him (it wasn't our original plan, but I didn't want to be alone).

I still don't know what to say about it though. Now, it feels like something major is missing in my life. I remember wishing at one point that the movie would never start, that they would never let us take our seats in the theatre - I wished that I could just stay in that line forever with the people who cared about the series as much as I did. The crowd that was there around 10 am was the best. We sang together from the Potter Puppet Pals and the Very Potter Musical.

On the bright side, re-reading the books gives me as much pleasure as it ever did. More, really, because now I can look at all the foreshadowing that was present that I didn't know about. As for re-watching the movies, I see less appeal in that. The movies were never as good as the books. But I'm having my "series is over" crises now and not four years ago when the book was first released, because at the time I postponed the majority of my feelings of loss by saying to myself that I could still wait for the last movie.

Now there is nothing left for which to wait.