Musings

All Forms of Transportation

It's funny, but now that I'm 18 I feel like my parents almost worry about me more than they used to. Go figure. The result of this is me visiting every relative and/or family friend we have in London so they don't feel bad that they're not in town. (I don't mind this because it means home cooked food and probably bollywood movies.)

So I went to visit old family friends, and figured I'd have one of those wonderful movies to review for you. But we watched an American one. Planes Trains and Automobiles. Fantastic movie, which somehow I'd never seen before, though I do remember my favorite English teacher asking me if I had once.

It's hilarious and silly and Steve Martin inevitably has white hair. Did he ever not have white hair? Do we know what color his hair was? Was he born old like poor Benjamin Button? So many questions and so few answers.

What I did get from the movie is a bit of nostalgia for my country. Specifically at the time of Thanksgiving. We've never been a particularly traditional family, and turkeys aren't really our thing. We usually do Cornish game hen. But the past few years we've spent the holiday with my best friend, something I'm unbearably going to miss this year, despite my efforts not to. And that meant turkeys and family and cute stories of Thanksgivings past with a bunch of people I've come to know as my second family.

Not much of a movie review, I know, but I just needed to get out my love for America in the fall. Football, scarves, pumpkins, chocolate, cinnamon. Happiness. Something that no other country can do just the same. Wonder why.

If you're ever out of town for a long time and really miss the homeland, Planes Trains and Automobiles is a good one to rent. Or hulu. Or whatever the kids are doing these days. I think you'll like it.