I re-watched Love, Rosie and again couldn’t hold my tears. I don’t have special powers to extract more information than what the producers try to convey in the movies but perhaps I manage to see more than just the romance and what some people call “cheesiness” in romantic movies. I mean, the father-daughter relationship, the struggle of being a single mother at the age of 18 and saying goodbye to your dream school and career, going for your dream school and career but not finding happiness because you are far from your loved ones, never having the guts to announce your love and continue ending up with the wrong person again and again, being cheated on but luckily having friend and family support all along.. and finally when you have given up on love but focused sorting other parts of your life, everything falls into place. OK, call it cheesy, but I love it when you can find a part of yourself in the main character. And if there is a happy ending to the movie, that makes me feel hopeful too.
The part that I related to in this movie was moving abroad in the pursuit of dreams. And I loved that Rosie got all she deserved at the end no matter how long and twisted the road was. Not giving up and working to make dreams come true, because that’s what gives us the most amount of satisfaction and joy in our lives, isn’t it? At least it is for me 🙂 When I was little, I had materialistic dreams: getting my first watch, getting my first bike, building a tree house on top of the plum tree in my grandparents’ garden with my grandfather, buying a keyboard and playing some songs etc. I guess my first non-materialistic dream was to become a military pilot (this I couldn’t achieve due to ending up with myopia and astigmatism at the age of 16). Afterwards, I dreamed of studying Molecular Biology and Genetics abroad. Checked, went on dreaming. Next: get into grad school, finish grad school; checked. When I went back to Turkey after finishing my PhD, I was in Europe already for 7,5 years and I wanted to get back to Europe. So I dreamed of getting a job in Europe, done that too. What am I dreaming big about now? Thoughts are still taking shape in my mind. In the meantime, I am going for little dreams which are good for my soul. I recently bought a cajon, keeping rhythm on every bit of furniture for years was too much of a sign to ignore 🙂 I am finally writing, freely, without the need to search, to make an outline, without the fear of sounding boring. Baby steps are good, right? 🙂