Recently I caught the movie Eat Pray Love playing on TV and decided to watch it, yet again. I had seen it a couple of times before, and I love it; of course, I love the book more, but I think they did a pretty good job with the movie version. So it’s one of those movies I could probably watch 100 times because every time I do, I re-discover something in it. What I mean is, something that even though I had previously watched, it stayed in the background and didn’t particularly grabbed my attention at the time, but when revisited totally stands out and moves me.
This time, the thing that stood out and made me ponder was a scene in which Liz Gilbert (portrayed by beautiful Julia Roberts) is eating out with her friends in Rome, and one of them claims every city has a word, getting everyone to think about the word for some of the biggest cities in the world (they decide stuffy for London, ambition for NY, conform for Stockholm, and sex for Rome). Then one of the friends asks Liz what’s her word, saying she can’t figure it out, and Liz comes back with a list of words about her roles (wife, girlfriend, daughter, writer) before deciding she doesn’t have a word, to which her friend responds “maybe you are a woman in search of a word.” And that’s exactly what I started thinking about, my own word.
