I am no longer LOST

For those who I had the privilege of living with my senior year of college (the lovely Julie, Maggie, Colleen, Herzog, Ali and Tina, and even Pfeff and Latta though technically I wasn’t paying Shady Nook´s rent and instead just slept on their couches), you all know too well the spell we fell under the second semester of senior year. It came in the form of J.J. Abram´s magical TV creation- LOST. I remember days when I gladly skipped evolution and microbiology classes to stay in bed with the snow falling outside, tucked in with my portable heater on full blast and my coral accent wall reminding me of warmer days, watching as the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 fought for their lives on a mysterious island for HOURS. Seriously I would watch this show for hours. I had missed out on the previous four seasons and had no problem spending my days catching up on what I had missed. I remember one day when I managed to watch 8 HOURS OF TV IN ONE DAY. I guess we could all call that my ¨low point¨ in life. However I would probably do it again if given the chance.

So imagine my dismay, anxiety and frustration when I got my invitation to come to Peru and my service would happen to fall during when the last and final season of LOST would appear on ABC. I wouldn’t be able to watch and find out why the group of survivors had crashed on the island, if they were all going to get off, what the smoke monster really was and how the series would end. The months earlier this year passed, as I pined for cable television or some way to keep up with what was going on and as the last episode aired on MAY 24??? I was going crazy with not knowing how it all ended.

You all are probably considering me crazy and obsessive but try watching seasons 1-5 and NOT craving to know how it all ends.

So, imagine my excitement, joy and bubbly feeling I got in my stomach when I went to Lima two weeks ago and bought the pirated $5 version of the WHOLE LAST SEASON. That´s right- 18, 40 minute episodes for 5 dollars. Since then I think my family had considered me a downright narcoleptic because I would march up to my room around 7: 30 for ¨bed.¨ From there I would turn on my computer and immerse myself in what I had a year and a half before- the epic story of LOST.

So at the point of me writing this, I have finished the last and final season. It took me about a week and I finished on Sunday night, crying harder than I cried while watching Field of Dreams or Finding Neverland. And I can say with satisfaction, I am happy with the ending. I had read that a lot of people weren´t, but for me, the ending was enough and I turned off the computer contently.

Now I think I´m ready to watch it all over again.