Now what do I do?

I've come to an interesting crossroad in my life; something very important to me has ended and I don't know how I feel about it. Normal people blog about life's various trials, family members slipping away from this Earth, and long lost loves they wish would never have ended, but no...these are not the issues I am plagued with today. My anguish comes from a different place in my heart, a place where Storm Troopers stand guard while a man called the Doctor plays with buttons and knobs on the Millennium Falcon. A place where Hobbits, house-elves, and ewoks chat over a mug of butterbeer in the cafeteria of the Starship Enterprise. I can deny it no longer and have to accept the terrible news, I have finished the Harry Potter series.

While you may think, "what? That's no big deal, I read them when I was 12, they've been out forever." To that I would recall the sad tale of my Harry Potterless childhood and how I was introduced to the series my freshmen year of college. That is when my love began; Beth Jones had me watch The Sorcerer's Stone and I was hooked. After taking in all of the movies that were currently out, I needed more and began reading the books. Soon my sister was interested in the series and next came my mother. I am proud to say my mom has read the entire series twice and the seventh book three times. While at school (unfortunately not Hogwarts) my ability to read the series was limited, so the two weeks I have been home for summer has been devoted to finishing the epic tale. Now that I have, what do I do? In a month the last movie will come out and then I will be at an even bigger loss! I'm sure I will suffer from withdrawals and dream that I walk back in forth three times in front of the Room of Requirement. I'm told it will get easier as time goes on; I only hope they are right. And for those of you who are as devoted of fans...I totally called Snape's connection!