I started watching "How I Met Your Mother" in middle school.
A young, hopeful Ted Mosby scouring the streets of New York in search of the love of his life. Ted wears his heart on his sleeve - he's a head in the clouds guy that wants to make it all a reality.
Over the years, the show has been a source of comfort. In nine seasons, Ted is left at the altar, dates the wrong women and often wonders if he will even be married.
It's those moments when it all looks bleak, however, that he picks himself up and keeps trucking along. I always go back and cherish those rite of passage episodes.
It might be easier to settle, to enter a relationship just out of the sake of loneliness. But Ted, trials and all, holds out for "The One."
It's part of the reason why I purposely held off on the end of the show. I had hoped I would find her, like Ted, as if life works through a television screen.
But the truth is, I do not know if I am any closer to finding her. Ted's journey is a lot like mine - waiting and hoping amidst some bumps in the road.
He gets the girl though. And marries her.
In the words of the mother: "Funny how sometimes you just...find things."