I promised a Haul and I promised some other things for the blog, and they’re coming I promise that (promise…promise…promise..) but right now I need to talk about something so hard and special and coincidental. You may be aware that I love the TV show Sex and the City, I would even go out on a limb and say that it is my favourite show ever, and I re-watch it about twice a year.
You may also be aware that I am currently moving tomorrow, to an apartment away from my friends and family and in a new city to a new job with new people, and it is scary.
Now, I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen Sex and the City (SPOILERS ALSO WHO ARE YOU) but at the end of the last season Carrie (main character) moves to Paris with the Russian (long story watch the show) and her friends miss her and her ex comes to find her (Mr Big it all makes sense I promise) and it is amazing and beautiful and so perfect. And I am about to get in the tub and watch “An American Girl in Paris,” which is what the final two episodes are named, and cry alone at the end of another era.
I watched these episodes on the precipice of my Europe adventure, finding myself saying “I fell in Dior” (seriously watch this damn show) and wearing stripes and squeeling and missing home like Carrie does in these two episodes. I’ve seriously watched this show that many times. I just love it, I love how it makes me feel.
This is also the perfect time to mention that the Sex and the City movie is actually the one movie (among a small handful) that is on my computer and seriously comforts me in times of need. It follows the Paris-adventure, and it is perfect to put on on Saturday night amidst unpacking, tears, and missing my beautiful Queen sized bed at home.
The thing is that this is a huge step for me. This is the first summer I will be living away from my parents. Ever. This is the first time I will not know my roommates, or have friends around the corner, or commuting a half hour to work on the subway. This, among many things going on right now, is causing me to be super excited and super apprehensive. I just want to get there and get into it.
I want a routine, I want to work out and get up early and meditate and drink coffee at brunch on Sundays. I want to come home and love my bed desperately and hug my family and lay on the beach. I want to do all of these things, but tonight I am appreciating my home, with my family, with my bath tub, and with my four television-best-friends Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda and Carrie.