Big is moving to Paris
those who truly know me know that Sex and the City isn’t just a show i watch on lazy sunday mornings—it’s one of my all-time favorites. there's something timeless and brutally honest about it. it captures the chaotic beauty of relationships in a fast-moving city, especially through the lens of women navigating love, identity, and self-worth in their late 20s. each character—Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha—offers a different perspective, and in some way, i’ve seen pieces of myself in all of them. But if i’m being painfully honest, i’ve always related the most to Carrie Bradshaw. As much as i sometimes cuss her out because of her decisions, i can’t deny that her inner monologues often echo my own. her emotional spirals, her tendency to overthink, her fixation on the “what ifs”—they all hit uncomfortably close to home. and unfortunately, so do her exhausting, endlessly complicated entanglements with Mr. Big. just last week, i found myself living out my own versio...