"You got your wish."

Twenty years and one day ago, I watched "Under the Tuscan Sun" for the first time. I bounced through a lot of movies that summer (Hastings had some sort of special deal for new sign-ups to their rentals program), but that was the last one I watched before getting into a car and moving to Texas. Everyone else had already gone to bed, which is probably for the best because I cried through a good portion of the end of it. I come back to it every few years, what with now being emotionally attached to it. What really hit me when I rewatched it yesterday (again, twenty years after the first time) was how much the big ending of Frances/Diane Lane not getting the life she had expected but yet still the life she had hoped for mirrored my own. I had no expectation of living in Texas for as long as I have, nor of staying with the same theatre company for all of it. I assumed I'd be married, probably a mom, and while it's technically just me, at the same time I have had years and years of taking care of actors (some of them the same ones who have become my Texas family, and some of them youth ones who have now grown up and become adults of their own). I haven't ended up with the life I expected, but yet it has still fulfilled so many wishes for what I hoped my adult life would be at the same time. So, here we are. Twenty has hit me differently than I thought it would (I kinda freaked out for a little yesterday), but I love this little life I have.