The college friend, Munch, who lives in Montreal in the movie Away We Go isn’t ever far from my mind. Yea, a fictional character from a movie most of you haven’t seen is always somewhere near the top of the pile of noodled thoughts in my brain.
Mark and I have loved this movie since we first saw it in the early months of our marriage. We often go back to it. It’s a sweet pleasure we share, just the two of us.
And yet, I tell everyone I know to watch this movie, but most don’t. Starring John Krasinski and Maya Rudolph in early in their careers; a little known film from 2009- most people avoid attempting the search function on prime.
But we watch it together once every 12 to 18 months or so.
In 2010, I thought Munch and her husband had it all. They had adopted a gaggle of diverse kids ranging in age from 5 to 16. They lived in a beautiful brownstone and were still in contact with their besties from college. It looked like an amazing life, one in which I had hoped to live in a few short years.
I didn’t fully understand the desperate dance at the random strip club on amateur night. I didn’t understand the look of known pain she exchanged with her husband as she was up on that pole while her college friend looked on stunned. It made little sense to me then. And yet now, over a decade later, I've exchanged similar looks with my own dear husband.
