This movie is home to me, more than any house I lived in or any particular set of memories. I was about 6 years old when I first saw it, and already enjoyed writing little stories and stapling the pages together, but Jo March was the first person/character I’d ever seen who was a “real” writer and seeing her felt like making sense of my life (yes I was v dramatic lol). I’ve watched it probably at least once a year since then, relating more strongly to different sisters or characters in different phases of my life and always struck with something new from it each time.
