We were in Ireland during our honeymoon, so we were able to snipe up tickets for the night-before-opening shows thanks to the time difference while most everyone else was sleeping. MWHAHAAH!
Star Wars was my jam as a kid. My childhood kind of sucked (mother died young, father had a lot of issues as a result, only child no family nearby, moved every few years) and Star Wars was always my escape. I'd wander around in the woods or through town for hours and hours and hours just daydreaming that the Falcon would swoop down and pick me up and we'd be off on our adventures.
I was a teenager when the prequel came out and it muted a lot of my love for the originals. Seeing the new ones were so disappointing not for any one reason but because they just didn't incite that magic and sense of wonder in me the old ones did.
My father had a stroke and passed away this year -- my last connection to that childhood where Star Wars meant so much to me. There's no house, no toys, no one who remembers how I used to be when playing Star Wars or how much it meant to me. Dad had lost all the physical mementos over the years. We don't even have any pictures of me as a kid after my mom died save for a very select few other family members had taken over the years.
And when the Star Wars trailers first started to come out I started crying like a baby over them. Crying because of my lost childhood, crying over the fact that the one man who would understand just how much Star Wars meant to me wasn't around to see or share that feeling, and crying because child-me could never believe how good life would get later on.
Why am I rambling on about this? I dunno but it's going through my mind at work and I wanted to get it out. I realize how crazy I sound pegging my childhood to a movie, but I am so excited and so nervous for tonight.
Does anyone else have anything like this -- some weird fandom obsession that means so much more than just a movie or a tv show or a song? Are we crazy?
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