We need a U-Haul for all the stuff we’re packing for NY. My problem is that I’m so unsure of what I’ll need, so I feel the need to bring everything.
I have never felt quite so much like a backwoods southern girl. I really don’t think I am, but packing for NY has made me feel like one. I’ve watched way too many episodes of Sex in the City, and I feel like if I don’t have on a $300 pair of shoes and a $500 purse, everyone will laugh at me. I can imagine Lee and I waiting for a table in some nice restaurant, and everyone looking at me and grimacing.
It probably doesn’t help that I was getting a critique from a consultant at work, and she remarked about my “girl next door” look. She said, “you’ll never look like a sophisticated New Yorker.” Suddenly my freckles and tennis shoes and jeans seem very very rural.
I must remember that not everyone in NY is like Carrie Bradshaw, and it’s okay if I’m never going to be like Carrie Bradshaw. I’m me, from Savannah, and I’m going to have a good time in my tennis shoes.