It was one August day that changed my life completely. I downloaded a show to watch because we had no wifi at our home in Madeira. Simple. Easy. And yet, it changed so much. I fell into the world that is Gilmore girls. And it has fundamentally changed me in ways I’m so thankful for. Lorelai has given me a love for classic movies, for being silly for the hell of it, for working relentlessly hard for your dream, for loving snow, for being. Rory has given me this new found love for classics but also for reading in general, for writing with all my heart, for putting my all in what I do, and a reminder that nothing is perfect. They were traits I already had, but because of them I’ve built them. I’ve let myself get immersed in all of it. And I know they’re characters, but they’re also so much more than that. They and the world that they are in and that they embody, along with all of the other characters, feel like home, feel safe to me. And right now, in my life, just like every time I’ve needed it, they’re there. They are what is keeping me from completely fading into the darkness that wants to eat me whole. I get to follow along with a story I know better than the outline of my childhood room, and still without fail: giggle, laugh, smile, cry, and fangirl at it all as if it was the first time. It never gets stale. Quite the opposite. It fuels the need in me to be among them, in their messy yet beautiful lives and remind me that it will be okay. Just like it was for them, even when things weren’t quite right. So I’m thankful for the show that isn’t perfect, that has its issues, that has its flaws, because even then, to its core, it’s so much more than it’s faults, it is a beautiful reminder of life. Of what makes it worth being in. And ultimately it’s the comfort family that just so happens to be a show, and yet, so much more.
