Seventeen years ago, I was standing in my kitchen, where my mum and I had painted each individual tile a different shade of purple. It was summer and I was 10. My oldest friend Lotte and her mum Penny were visiting us from London. Penny was telling us about these amazing books she and Lotte had just read. They were about a boy who goes to a school for magic. I loved magic, my favourite hobby was reading and it was my birthday the following week!
That was the beginning of my intense life long love of Harry Potter. On my 11th birthday my mum bought me the first three books. I devoured them and loved every second. There were nights, while reading the Prisoner of Azkaban, where I had to sleep with the light on, for fear that a massive black dog might have been hiding in the shadows.
I grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Getting those books for my 11th birthday was as good as receiving a personalised Hogwarts acceptance letter from Dumbledore.
The big Harry Potter moments all seem to coincide with the big moments in my own life. The final book came out just after I finished secondary school, just like Harry and co. The final movie came out when I had just finished university. I remember being so blown away by the fact that the final trailer for the final movie came out the same day I got my final results.
And as I was sitting in the theatre on June 7th this year, waiting for the opening nights of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child to begin I realised that this new chapter of Harry’s story was happening at exactly the same time as the new chapter of my own life. The 7th of June was also officially my last day being employed at Airbnb, the amazing job I had just left in order to move to America and begin my life as a full time herbalist! My eyes literally filled with tears at this realisation! As per usual, so freakin’ magical!
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