There are a lot of beautifully written, sincere posts about the last Harry Potter movie around right now, so I’ll break the trend, because I can’t write beautifully. 

Less than a day has passed since first seeing the last movie, and the reality of it has begun to sink in. Yet as I exited the theater, wiping my 3D glasses of the tears I was simultaneously ashamed and proud of, the instant melancholy gave way to almost-joy. 

I’m thankful that Harry Potter exists, excited I got to experience it, and happy it happened. 

And when I got home, I wasn’t upset. All was well.