I landed in Boston this morning at 6:30am and since I didn't sleep much on the flight, I imagined I'd be exhausted enough to crawl in my hotel bed and sleep soundly until an hour before my presentation at BlogHer Boston. But the the sun was just peeking through and the city looked welcoming. I was soaking in the fall colors and architecture. By the time I arrived in my room, I was wide awake. I ordered breakfast. And then I did what I always do when I arrive in a hotel room at a decent hour. I turned on the television.
Perhaps it was my already emotional state of mind of being away from my boys (all three of them). But within two minutes of the movie August Rush, I could feel the tears coming. I could tell this movie would make me sob. My only moment of disappointment was the ending. But this movie, a true fable, was such so sweet and so fantastical that I couldn't help but be swept into it. (And Jonathan Rhys-Meyers isn't too hard on the eyes either.) There I sat, all alone, weeping like a silly fool in my hotel room as I watched a movie about an orphaned boy looking for his parents. A boy who believed music would lead him to them. The only thing that would have made it perfect is if my sister had been with me to watch it, passing the box of tissue to me. Pathetic. But I'm putting this DVD on my Christmas wish list.
BlogHer Boston was so wonderful. It was energizing to meet new bloggers who were so anxious to learn more and more and more about blogging. The next wave. More later...
