Over the past several months, I’ve heard many people—myself included—confess that this season of HIMYM hasn’t been its best. Still, I felt a wave of sadness last night as I fiddled with my brand new cable box and DVR (insert squeal of joy here) and set up my final recording of the show. It has, after all, been a part of my life for nine seasons.
There’s always a bit of sadness that comes along with the end of a TV series. I’m not sure if it’s the absence of that weekly time filler, the absence of the characters, or finally knowing how it ends. These days, the first two excuses are null and void, thanks to programs like Netflix and Hulu.