Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A lifetime ago

I recently read The Carrie Diaries and Summer and the City, two newish books by Candace Bushnell, the woman who created Sex and the City. The books are centered around Carrie Bradshaw, as a 17 year old. I enjoyed the books, but with a pang of sadness. I remember being 17 and going to New York City. I thought I was going to take over the world. Walking around the upper west side with a bottle of Perrier, taking the subway on a Saturday night to a "hole in the wall" bar in Queens, eating hot dogs at Grey's Papaya, like I really belonged. Sometimes I can't believe I ever came home. I remember getting back to my parents house after that world wind trip and everything felt completely different. The house, the furniture, and most of all myself. I can't believe that was nearly 12 years ago.

Am I still that crazy girl? No way. Something in me changed over the years and I'm constantly cautious. With that comes some good, but some bad too. They say you are at 8 who are you at 80, but the older I get, the less likely that seems.


H.E.A.T.H.E.R said...

ahhh... I love that story and often times I wish I could run off like that! But you're right. The older we get, the more cautious we become! :) nothing wrong with that though!

Slow Panic said...

Love New York. I really regret I never had the chance to live there, at least for awhile.