I’VE hit a lot of big milestones over the last 18 months, and looking back some of them seem like a lifetime ago already.
One milestone I hadn’t hit however, was ending my love affair with Harry Potter, the series that I spent a full decade of my childhood immersed in.
When Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 was released in cinemas, I refused to see it.
It felt like a very definite ending to what had been a big part of my life I wasn’t ready to let go of.
It has been just over three years since then, and in the early hours of last Thursday morning, I finally closed the door by settling down and watching Part 2.
I’ll have to be be honest with you, I was disappointed in the film.
I think I’d got myself so worked up about it, that the movie was never going to live up to the pedestal I’d accidentally placed it on.
That doesn’t mean to say I didn’t bawl my eyes out at some parts of it, but some of the things that happened in the film annoyed me just as much as they did when my friends first told me about them in 2011.
Over the last three years I’ve changed a lot too, I’ve grown as a person and so my outlook on the Harry Potter series and it’s failures in many areas are now glaringly clear.
I still love them, and I still have a giant poster of the Hogwarts crest plastered on my bedroom wall.
But when the credits rolled on Part 2 I felt relief more than anything else.
That film was the signal in some way, that I could and should move on from my past and look more fully to my future.
At the time, the idea of letting go of Harry Potter was unthinkable.
But if I’ve learnt anything in the last three years, it’s that sometimes it’s better to experience something and be hurt by it, than to never experience it at all. If you have anything else to add, feel free to email me, Danielle Shaw at firstname.lastname@example.org