Tuesday, November 13, 2012
This is it. I'm about to embark on the last journey to see the last installment of the Twilight Saga. This is it.
A look back:
I talked about how it all began.
New Moon, the first of the pilgrimages.
Eclipse, awesome because it was the one movie released in the summer.
Breaking Dawn, Part I*.
And now, this. Part II, Thursday night. I love Twilight because I can love it with zero baggage. I have no expectations. I've never read the books, so whatever the filmmakers do is a-okay with me. I watch them, ceremonially, with Annie, and we make a thing of it. We wear t-shirts, we go to dinner, we focus all our energies on this one, special event (and then that event spread over the next few days as well).
I had kind of an odd moment when we got back to Brooklyn after Breaking Dawn, part I. I was awake with Edie, very late/early in the morning. I was looking up up at the cold, clear moon, and it occurred to me that I missed my window to love these books/movies as they were intended. I love them, but they will never be real to me, not as they would be if I had found them at 16, or 15, or 14. I'm not sorry, but, I don't know, maybe I am, a little.
I approach this BIG TRIP with a little sadness as well, but the good kind. The good time reaching its zenith kind. More of a melancholy happiness.
BIG TRIP 2012.
*looking back I realize that I never wrote a post about Breaking Dawn, part I. I wrote a bunch about North Carolina; maybe I was building up to a post that never got written. In summation, it was a good trip, made a touch complicated by the newborn I was carrying around. Annie and I did our traditional mall-going and Cafe Capistrano-eating, and same shirt-buying. I wore a Forks High sweatshirt and jeans that I barely fit into. I'm wearing the same jeans this trip. They fit much better.