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Rhian Davie |
The Office is over.
That show carried me through a lot of life. Not in a "getting me through" way, just in a "it was always...there" sort of way. Even our honeymoon was spent listening to hours of the That's What She Said podcast as Patrick and I drove from Richmond to Montreal and back. "Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica" is a phrase routinely uttered in our house. Ditto for "Look at what I am doing and go tell somebody it!"
In my mind, the show always ended with Michael going off to marry Holly. I pretty much stopped watching after that, sort of like quietly leaving a place when it's just right, to remember it perfectly the way you left it in that wonderful moment. But even so, it was still nebulously there, and now...it's over.
Welp. I could get all teary like I did watching the last episode. Or I could just send it off in my mind the Michael Scott way.
In the end, Michael is happy and has the family he always wanted, and that is all I ever wanted from this show. So goodbye Toby. Goodbye Office.
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