Simple pleasure: The return of a favourite TV show
When I find a show I really like, a sense of commitment and belonging takes over me. I become a fan, happily arranging my life so that I can veg on the sofa and watch another episode as soon as possible. Sometimes this means waiting a week until the next episode airs, but if I'm watching through a streaming service it's usually on tap.
With this speedy media consumption, it doesn't take long for me to get the horrible realisation that my new love is coming to an end; before long, there will be no more installments for me to watch. It happened with Queer Eye recently (I'm still longing to find an episode I'd accidentally skipped, or something, even though I know I watched them chronologically).
Fortunately, this sadness gets flipped on its head when a former fixation returns. In my case, I'm currently feeling all the feels for the Netflix series Love, which has just returned for a third series. It's an anti-rom-com: a guy and a girl in their late 20s/early 30s try to navigate adulthood and all the struggles it brings. Ahh, familiarity!
We get so wrapped up in characters we care about that it's no wonder we feel a sense of loss when they leave our screens. Equally, if they re-enter our lives – our living rooms, even – it's like meeting up with an old friend and starting off exactly where you left. Pull up a chair...