The End Of An Era...

This post is not about sewing. It's about Harry Potter. I know some people feel that the hype over Harry Potter is stupid, and childish, but it's not that way for me. I love this series of books and movies, not for Daniel Radcliffe or Emma Watson, but for everything the story has ever meant to me.

I found the books when I was in fourth grade, at which point the fourth book was already released. I read the books slowly, so the characters grew up with me. When the seventh book came out in 2007, I was 17 years old, just like the characters. For over 10 years, the cast of Harry Potter has been, quite honestly, an important presence in my life. I was sad when I read the seventh book, because it was over, but not this sad. The movies were still being made, so I still had those to look forward to. They weren't gone yet.

Tonight I saw the final movie in the Harry Potter series, and I'm not ashamed to say that I cried. How could I not? This thing that has been with me all my life is now really over. I am pleased that the movie was so spectacular, but I can't help being anything but upset that something that means so much to me is finished.

I saw the movie with a friend of mine, who is two years younger than me. He's a big reader, too, but I think the two years really made a difference. He had a connection to the series, but not anything near to what I had. He didn't seem to understand why I was so upset over it, and I didn't know how to explain it to him.

It's a difficult thing; watching something so special end.