And So it Ends...

Ever since that fateful day in 1998, when I first opened the book, Harry Potter has been constant theme in my life.  I was never what you would consider obsessed (unless you count that time in 7th grade when for 6 months I would only ever speak with a British accent); I wasn't one to wait in line too long, or die if I didn't read the book in a day.  But nonetheless, I absorbed every word, every plot, every character, until I felt a part of me was accepted into that magical world.  As the release date of the final installment of the Harry Potter series draws ever nearer, I find myself growing more weary of what the end really means.  For me, The Deathly Hallows-Part 2 does not mean the end of my childhood, as it seems mean to many. I feel my childhood properly ended years ago; I feel no longing to return, or loss of what was.  Rather, I am reluctant to fully grow up, to enter the real world, to abandon the characters and people whose ages and lives I coincided with all those years. There is no road map from here on out, if there every really was before.  Despite my hesitance, I am prepared for all that is to follow in life after my Harry Potter chapter comes to a close.  For now I will just enjoy a look back into the magical world of Harry Potter, and love every single moment of it!