Found myself watching Meg Ryan and David Duchovny on Netflix in “What Happens After.”
It’s very “Conversations With Friends” meets “Scenes from a Marriage.” But in an airport.
I used to love Meg but her husband came out as a trumper so I feel A Way about that family.
They are both named “W. Davis” so that’s how they address each other. In the beginning she asks if he’s on a trip or a journey. Later on, he realizes she’s on a journey.
I mean, that’s the whole plot. But as ever, I got to thinking about my own situation.
I realize I planned a trip for every month this year.
None are cheap. And I just ordered a monument for my grandparents’ grave — at a cost that will make them haunt me — and it occurs to me, this ain’t no trip, when I go to see it.
That’s a journey.
I have this whole Pittsburgh odyssey planned. No date set though. I still would rather go back to Japan. But I have to do this.
K says if I deal with things I left behind in Pittsburgh, I can finally start to deal with the emotional and physical weight I cannot shed naturally.
This weekend’s trip, meanwhile, I hope turns into a journey. I am boarding a flight and hoping to see a completely different life for myself.
Something tells me it’s just a trip. And that I need to think bigger. But I do have a call with a realtor on the other side of it. We’re all interested to hear what I say.