When I was five years old, I anxiously awaited the arrival of Return of the Jedi to the movie theater. And I wanted to fly the Millennium Falcon.
Thirty-two years later, I’m anxiously awaiting the arrival of the sequel to Return of the Jedi to the movie theater. And I still want to fly the Millennium Falcon.
As the release date of Star Wars Episode VII, The Force Awakens gets closer, the hype keeps increasing. I was a fan during the dark times of the late 80s and early 90s. I couldn’t wait to see the prequels. But that was different. We knew where the Star Wars story was going. The prequels were all history. The story ended (discounting Expanded Universe) with Return of the Jedi.
Now, here we are, 30 days out from the debut of the official continuation of the Star Wars saga. A new entity owns the Star Wars universe and has big, long-term plans for the saga and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve read a few articles recently similar to one published in Wired, which claimed that the story is ongoing, I’ll never see its end. You know what? I’m fine with that. Star Wars has been a huge part of my life. It’s fueled my imagination and taught me to dream and to be an optimist. It’s been with me throughout good times and bad. And I’m happy the story won’t be ending. I’m happy that I’ll be able to share it with my kids.
The next 30 days can’t go by quickly enough.