And then we came to the end.

Six years I’ve devoted to this crazy show about polar bears, smoke monsters, washed up bloody rock gods, imaginary peanut butter, flashbacking/forwarding/sidewaysing, a tortured torturer, a book-loving,wise cracking southerner, numbers, destiny, time travel, hippies, constants, a love-lorn Scotsman, shirtless men who look awfully pretty wet, a ghostbuster, a magical island, mysteries without answers, doing canon balls in the ocean and killing people with your feet, letting go, going back, living together and dying alone, redemption, a love triangle that drove me nuts, and one glorious woman named Juliet Burke and all I have to say is---

Six years well spent. Next year when every new show on television is about cops, lawyers, and spies and their various cases of the week I will be sitting in my room watching Lost DVDS and grumbling about the good old days. No matter how it goes out tonight, I won’t ever regret the ride.

To the good, the bad, and the incomprehensible---it’s been a pleasure to watch. I’m always going to miss being Lost.