Two of my girlfriends took me to see Sex in the City tonight.

They snickered at me when, in the beginning of the movie, Carrie Bradshaw comments that it takes about three years for someone to find an apartment in the city. (It was pitiful snickering.)

And, even though I shan’t be living in a penthouse, wearing Blahniks, or attending fashion shows (thank goodness!), for the two-plus hours that I was in the theatre, I felt truly excited about my moving to New York City. I’ve been preoccupied with and, frankly, bogged down with all the details leading up to my relocation.

I got all tingly during the flyover shot of Central Park.

I’ve only been a distant admirer. Soon that will change. I can hardly wait.