This is a sponsored post for Hallmark.
On August 1, 1999, I got on a plane for the very first time, and left everything I knew behind me to find a new home 3000 miles away. When anyone asks why, I still can’t give them a very clear answer. I didn’t have a plan, I didn’t have any particular goal, all I had was my friend’s phone number and some CD’s. I knew, despite how much I loved my family, I couldn’t become who I was meant to be if I stayed home. My friends had all moved on in their own ways and I felt like my life had just hit a pause button. I had a dead end job, no love life, and really, nothing that gave me any sense of worth. I had to go somewhere and find my own way…despite how afraid, and alone I was. I was 20 years old, and I needed a life.
Those first few months alone were terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. Each day I wondered if that would be the day I would admit defeat and run home. Until the day I found my circle. My circle was made of a few girls I worked with and my then roommate. They became my first road to discovery. I made lots of mistakes and they let me fall on my terms, but would be there to pick me up if I needed them. They because my family those first few years. My first real heartache (who, interestingly enough is now my husband, ha!) was mended with them. It was with that first circle I learned to take risks and not fear the outcome. They became that first step I needed to come into who I am today.
Eventually, each of them moved away. To other states, with families and new adventures of their own. I even found myself in a new circle that carried me until I did return back to Los Angeles after I became a mom. But yet, even though so many years have passed, I still love each and every one. My friends, both old and new, are still very much my lifeline, and will always hold a space in my heart.
After all, seasons change, so do cities; people come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away.
– Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
Confession: I’m a little bit obsessed with Sex and the City. See evidence here:
The first time I saw it that first month in Philly, I just connected with it. Although I didn’t live in New York (suburbs of Philadelphia bay-be), those characters felt like someone had reached into pieces of my friends and put each of their personalities on display, myself included. Sure, it could be a little extreme but at the heart of it, it was a story about a close circle of friends, who celebrated each others triumphs, and cried with you when you fell.
While it’s easy to stay connected online, I reminisce on the days when it was just a pen, and a stamp to let someone know you’re thinking of them. It seems only fitting that I send a Sarah Jessica Parker card from her new line at Hallmark to some of my old friends that I’ve been thinking about lately.
I’m no longer that scared, young girl who arrived in Philadelphia 15 years go. But I’ll always remember every step, hug, laugh, love, kiss, shot (ahem), dance and car drive that helped me get here.