I am living in Nepal. It is a wonderful country, and I love it so very much, but I miss a few things. Good cheese, for one. And ice. My family and friends too. But those are all things I'll be able to experience again. When I return in April, though, there will be a few opportunities that are gone forever...
That sounds needlessly dramatic. I'm just bummed that I won't be able to see some awesome movies in the theater. I already missed out on Guardians of the Galaxy, which came out two weeks after I left the States. And I think I might miss Mockingjay 1 and 2.
But what I'm most disappointed about is that I'll miss The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies (although it hurts to type that title for other reasons). You see, I've have seen the release of every Peter Jackson Tolkien adaption since 2001 with my dad. I felt like such a big girl when, at 9 years old, my dad convinced my mom to let him take me to see a three-hour movie where a lot of people get their heads chopped off. He bought me an extra large popcorn and a cup of Hi-C deep enough to drown in, and while I had to take an extra fast bathroom break between the cave troll and the balrog, boy, did I have the best time.
The trade-off, of course, was that I had to read the entire trilogy before I saw the first movie. Third grade is a little early to start reading Tolkien, but I did it. Mostly.
While I was less than enthusiastic about the second Hobbit film, I have a devotion both to the book and to my dad, and I wanted to see this quest through to the end. But unless something drastic happens, I won't be leaving Asia for awhile. So I guess I'll be doing my best to recreate cinema settings with Netflix and microwave popcorn.
At least I'll be home for The Avengers 2.
And Star Wars.
