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i **love** this movie


i know that this movie did not get stellar reviews. and i know a lot of people who think it's more than a little off. but i absolutely love it.

a story about discovery. adventure. new experiences.
a story rediscovery. of yourself. of life. of your family, your roots.
a story about home. what it means to go home. to have a home. what home means, period.
a story dealing with disaster. misery. grief.
a story about unexpected friendships. unexpected journeys.
a story about love.

besides all that, it has paula deen and orlando bloom in it. and an incredible soundtrack.
i mean, really...what's not to like?

this movie makes me want to go on a roadtrip.
to have a family reunion.
to sit down with someone who has years of stories to tell and just listen.
it makes me laugh. groan. cry.
it makes me miss the south (and when i was still living in the south, love it even more). 
it makes me want to know, to experience, to live history.
to understand the history of my culture, my faith, my family, me.
learn who i am. to really discover who God made me.

so, despite what almost everyone else says, this is one of my favorite movies. definitely on my go-to list. i've been known to watch this movie twice in one sitting.
and if you haven't seen it, i really think you should.

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