The end of an era.

Friday morning. At approximately, 2:15 am, I finished watching what I invested 12 years of my life into. Harry Potter finally ended. And as such a part of my life did as well. I began reading the series when I was 9/10 years old, in the 5th grade and really having trouble understanding life. But as I grew up, along with my classmates, Harry Potter grew up with us. And it always seemed that the things he was going through as a teenager, albeit a little differently (he was a WIZARD for lords sake), there was still the same feelings he had as "normal" teenagers. Liking someone and not sure how they feel about you. And trying to keep your friendships intact. Little things in life that we all end up having to conquer. And so now, as Harry has seem to grown up, I feel like I have to grow up as well. And its scary to know that you have to grow up. But I guess that's life right? So thank you JK Rowling and Harry Potter for the past 12 years. You've given me so much and I'll never forget the lessons I've learned from you