The Five Stages of Droughtlander Grief
As the options for the evening scroll through your tired mind, you take notice of something on the TV stand – a trail of tiny paw prints left in the accumulating dust. The cat might be reclusive but at least she’s not dead (another true story). That seems worthy of a celebration.
In addition to “accepting” the current situation, I thought I might also do some confessing. This is my first Droughtlander. I only found the show in April 2016 and I watched season 1 and season 2 so quickly that I was caught up by the time of the finale in July. Since that time, I’ve also read the first five books, bought more than one shawl, made a couple of converts, and found some incredible Outlander communities.
That’s the thing about Outlander. It grabs hold of you and sends you in search of others with whom you can share your experiences. And you folks, every last one of you, welcomed me into this community and you’ve been nothing but lovely about it. It’s not just me though. I see you do it every single day when a new member gets added. This is a place where people want to be; a place where we can all gather and share moments that made us laugh, cry, or just wonder a little bit. If I have to wait six more months to see my favorite television show come alive, then there’s no group I would rather do it with. You are the best.