Harry Potter has been a part of my life since I was seven years old in Tinseltown watching the first movie. It didn't take me long to start reading the series and, before I knew what was happening, the magical world J.K. Rowling so elegantly penned had reeled me in with unrelenting hands. This encompassing series has held my heart (and my childhood) for many years now, and the finale of the HP franchise hit me harder than I ever expected it to.
Ten years have passed since I was first introduced to Harry Potter, and as I say goodbye to Harry and the gang, I find that I am also saying goodbye to my childhood. Although I can re-read and re-watch these amazing books and movies, it will never be the same as opening a new Harry book with sweet anticipation or shivering with excitement at finally seeing the scenes I so carefully acted out in my head. The same goes for my childhood.
At nearly seventeen years old, I have to face the fact that I'm growing into an adult. And despite the fact that I've waited for this moment for nearly my whole life, I wish that time would slow down. For if saying goodbye to a fictional character had me bawling like a baby, I can only imagine what saying goodbye to actual, tangible friends and family will have me doing.
As I close this first of many blogs, I will say this: Harry Potter, though causing me much pain now, has taught me many lessons of life including the most important-- love matters above all else. So thank you, Harry and J.K. Rowling, for sending me to a magical place I can always call 'home' , and reminding me that, no matter how far I stray, the magic of that place will always exist-- waiting for me with open arms.
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