I have a confession to make. I have seen the movie “Father of the Bride” a million times. In fact, when it’s on TV, which it often is, I MUST watch it. And, they usually play “Father of the Bride II” right after it, so I watch that, too. I can’t help it. It’s a disease.
There’s just something about an old, favorite movie that brings me such comfort. It wraps me up in a blanket of soothing familiarity, when nothing seems familiar at all. Lately, I have been suffering bouts of homesickness, which is funny to me. In my adult life, I haven’t lived in one place for more than a few years, so there really isn’t a ‘home’ so to speak. I can’t quite put a finger on it. I’m feeling untethered, out of place…like I simply don’t fit in. For me, this is not unusual. Since I’ve always been a little peculiar – energetic, loud, too happy for most tastes, being a loner is pretty normal for me. I just haven’t figured out how to accept this status quo over the past 32 years, so rather, I turn to movies as a coping strategy.
Over the years, I’ve been fortunate to travel and live abroad. When loneliness or homesickness would settle in, I’d turn to the oldies but goodies (aka ‘security blankets’) on my shelf for a little antidote to cure what ailed me. I’m seeing a pattern here – one that would make my sister, whose more discerning literary, cinematic, and musical tastes wince at the corny-factor of the list I’m about to unveil to you – save a few (you know the ones, Sara!).
- Father of the Bride
- You’ve Got Mail
- Something’s Gotta Give
- Gilmore Girls
- Sex and the City
- Friends (my sister, lil bro, and I know every single episode)
- The West Wing
- It’s Not About the Bike
- The Ya Ya Sisterhood
“Father of the Bride” is on right now and I’m in a conflicted state of bliss. It bonked me on the head with a crushing dose of a) missing my wonderful and funny parents, and b) remembering how wonderful our wedding was just two short months ago. When you’re feeling a little blue, out of whack, or just plain homesick, do you turn to a quick fix? What are your security blankets?
Off to the Sweet Corn Festival for a giant bucket of corn for lunch. Have a wonderful Sunday.