Farewell

I'm freshly-back from the last installment of the Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn Part 2.  And I've got to say, I'm so conflicted.  Because so many have not yet seen the movie yet, I am not going to comment on specifics other than:  (a) why do I have to pick a "Team"?  I'm not that picky, and pretty much everyone on the cast is gorgeous; and (b) it was fan-flipping-tastic.  Now for a few random thoughts in no particular order....

I hate endings.  I want to grow old with these familiar friends.  Eventually Rob Pattinson will lose all of his hair and Taylor Lautner will pack on 80 pounds, so maybe it's better to remember them this way.  Still, I couldn't help feeling sad when the end credits rolled and the official good-byes (at least for now) were said.

When I'm feeling particularly low, I flip on New Moon, the second film in the saga.  I refer to it as my "comfort movie".  Some people have comfort food (okay, I have that, too) or a hideaway.  Me, I've got a somewhat-cheesy, totally depressing, co-dependent movie.  This goes back to a pivotal winter when this movie happened to be in the theaters.  Everything seemed to be changing, and the movie was so melancholy that it just fit.  I saw it eight times in the theater.  Maybe that's pathetic, but I am still here to tell the tale, and I am only a teensy bit more cynical about life in general.  So, well done, New Moon.

More than anything, it makes me long for a piece of what these literary series have done, and done so well:  Knitting together a community of dreamers.  When we are moved to dream, to imagine, we remember that we are surrounded by wonder.  Life is full of infinite possibilities, our own plot to advance and thicken.  I pray that someday I will stumble across the characters who will inspire others to create, to laugh, and to love.

Farewell, Twilight.  You weren't perfect, by any stretch of the word, but you reminded me that I still have stories left to tell.  I'm forever grateful.