Recently, I made it to the end of my 365 blog of things to be thankful for and tonight heralds the end to yet another chapter of my life in this past year. Just over a year ago, I embarked upon a journey to Stars Hollow, home of the American TV series of “The Gilmore Girls”.
Tonight I watched the finale.
It has been quite a journey of ups and downs, thrills and spills and – well, quite frankly – its been an on-going obsession. Don’t worry this blogpost does not contain any spoilers – I nearly fell out with my housemate over my OCD-level of determination not to hear even a scrap of information that might spoil the end of the 7 season, 42 disc, 154 epoisode, 6160 minutes of my favouritest pick-me-up television EVER.
I don’t know how to sum up just how much I loved-slash-hated-slash-loved-to-hate-and-hated-to-love these 40 minute-long escapes into small town America, but, I couldn’t let this rollercoaster of emotions end without a brief word about the ride.
Numerous conversations about the witty cynicism, the will-they-won’t-they, the how-could-she/he-do-that?s… Several late nights and lazy weekends (I think my record was 10am til 7pm only breaking to shower and eat). Heck, I even saw a book shop in Paris and my first thought was that Rory would love it.
I know it sounds crazy, but let me have just this one obsession? Many others are addicted to far more technicoloured dream-series than this. And this one… This one is worth it.
My only regret is that now that I have lived it, I can never again watch with fresh eyes.
This is not ‘goodbye’, Rory. Its just ‘See you later’…
See you later.