Blockbuster Video is closing the last of their few, proud stores shortly. They made the announcement yesterday. I was sitting on my couch eating lukewarm lasagna when I heard. I'm not ashamed to say I dropped my fork. I turned 30 in July, but Blockbuster closing was the first time I felt the reality of my age hit me right in the forehead. My (unborn) kids aren't going to know what it's like to go rent a movie.
As my eyes filled with tears (look, I was hormonal, okay?), my brother shook his head in disgust. "It's not like no one is going to rent movies anymore," he said, "it will just be easier." I continued bawling like a big fat baby. Because that wasn't the point. I wasn't sad because there was one less option when it came to renting movies. I was sad because their locked doors, like anything else that has vanished from our pasts, represented the passing of time.