Away I Went

My last few days in Phoenix were much harder for me than I had anticipated. Hendrix and I were home alone and between packing and cleaning all I could do was cry. Pack and cry, cry and pack. It was pretty miserable. My last day was excruciating. Dogs are very perceptive and Hendrix was just as miserable as me. I couldn't take it but had several hours to kill before "the last supper". With all my friends working I decided my time would be better spent in a dark movie theatre alone than sitting on my couch moping and crying (seriously, the tears were endless).

Knowing that it wouldn't be playing in my hometown I decided to go see Away We Go hoping that it would be at least somewhat uplifting. Plus, how can you go wrong with 90 minutes of John Krasinksi? Fearful of my first solo movie experience, I decided to go to AZ Mills knowing it would be far less likely that I'd run into anyone that I know, got my Cherry Coke and confidently sat, alone. It was a Tuesday afternoon so there were maybe half a dozen others in the theatre. No one even seemed to notice me. In fact, they probably didn't. Really, it isn't as much of a social catastrophe to go to a movie alone as I've always made it out to be. As the lights dimmed and the previews began to play I felt proud of myself, accomplished almost. Minus when I nearly burst into tears during a preview for a movie about Woodstock. Huh? I don't even understand that one.

The movie was perfectly balanced; funny and heartwarming. There were scenes were I laughed unabashedly and scenes were I fought back tears. I could relate to the idea of trying to find a place in the world where you feel like you belong. I understand the concept of being a grown up, but still not having grown up. I'm not sure I could have picked a better film for my first time alone experience.

On the way home I cried my eyes out, naturally. However, I still counted the experience as a victory.