Lost.

(no spoilers)

LOST IS OVERRR-RR-RRRR AHHH OVERRRRRRR...sob sob sob.

I feel so...empty...

and...lost....

(ha, see what I did there.)

All those times I said, "Gyah, I wish this show would END ALREADY. I gotta know what's going on!!" I TAKE IT BACK!! I TAKE IT ALL BACK!!

I know y'all probably think, "Geez, she has no life." or "Ruthie, it's just a TV show." But six years is a long time.

Six years...every week, waiting for that soothing, yet mystery-filled voice to say "Previously on Lost..." (except for the pilot episode when it just came on and was like EYEBALL action adventure intense drama what in the world is going on!!)

Six years...every week, discussing with co-worker in the kitchen, pondering the previous night's episode, offering new theories...or emailing when I started working from home..."Did you know he was that? Where did she come from? Is he from the plane or is he an Other? Is that real?" Major questions that we laugh at now because they weren't that big of a deal in the end.

Six years...trying to figure out what the mess was going on. And then it all ended last night.

You grow attached to these people. You're sympathetic towards their plight...their struggles and victories. And it really is just a TV show that someone thought of. The greatest TV show ever...to me anyways. Never has there been a story that was more infuriating, frustrating or fabulous. It's like when you read an awesome book or trilogy and it ends, you're like, "I'm gonna miss these people." You've invested a lot of time and interest into it and then it's gone and it's kind of a bummer. So, even though I should have gone to bed at 8pm last night (it was a looooooooooong weekend), I stayed up to watch my favorite show end...for all eternity. BAAAHHHHH................I'll be fine...really.

I didn't grow up watching TV. We didn't have cable, just movies. Which I'm fine with. There didn't seem to be much on in the 80's anyway. In college, my roommate my sophomore and junior years, Cassie, loved Cheers, so I would watch that with her while we were doing homework or whatever. And we also watched Friends, until that ended. I was an RA my senior year and had a room to myself (AWESOME) and I never watched TV because I didn't have time. When David and I got married, we had 8-5 jobs and that was it...which meant loads of free time. Ah, those were simpler times. That's the year Lost started and we had seen previews and decided to give it a try. We fell in love with it from the first 5 minutes. David had to stop watching it in the second season because that's when he started his CPA stuff and he didn't have time anymore. And when he did have time again, he was so far behind, he just decided to wait until it was over and go back and watch it from the beginning. So, I've finished it. But now we're gonna go back and Netflix the whole series. There are so many things I don't even remember from the first season...the hatch...geez. Remember when all we had to worry about was the hatch? Good times.

So, last night when those slightly-antiqued white letters spelling out L-O-S-T popped up on the screen, sans BOOM...I kind of just sat on the couch and sighed. It wasn't the ending I was expecting, but it was a good ending and I'm satisfied with it. And no, if you haven't seen the show or the final episode, they did not answer all of the questions. We just had to accept some things as they were.

I only wish there had been a musical episode.

Now back to life. I'll tell you all about our weekend road trip later this week (once I get pictures from Sara).