Insomnia has reared her ugly head again for the third night in a row. Luckily tonight is a good night. My internet is working and I just discovered (last night I might add) that at this time of night Sex in the City comes on--right after Scrubs. Since I don't own cable this is a very exciting thing for me.
Sex in the City makes New York City seem like a wonderfully fabulous adventure. And I suppose for those in the know it is. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people, and New York has been anything but fabulous. I moved up here about 6 months ago alone and with little more than 2 suitcases and a blowup mattress. I found a great little studio apartment in the West Village and over the next few months scoured flea markets and street corners for furniture and decorations.
After I ran out of furniture to buy and walls to paint the lovely New York fall turned into a bitter cold winter. I had recently become engaged and with my closest friends and family far away and my fiance in another country (Dublin, Ireland to be exact) I found the winter to be a lonely and depressing time. What little money I had managed to save I cashed in on airline tickets and spent every other weekend traveling. My sanity's saving grace however, has been wedding planning.
I feel I should mention that before this moment in time I had considered myself somewhat of an "anti-bride." I had never looked at a wedding magazine/book/blog before in my life, never imagined my wedding day past swearing off any dress that remotely resembled a "princess" (gag me if I ever willingly wear a tiara while sober) and could have cared less about the differences between buttercream vs fondant icing, letterpress vs engraving, blush vs dusty rose, or any of the million other details involved in weddings. Tempted to elope at first, I now am happy to say that I have not only started to embrace all that is "bridal" (except the tiara--NEVER the tiara) I now look forward (aka have slowly become obsessed) to planning every last detail of my wedding.
Since I am so far from my number one wedding supporter (my mom of course) I started this blog as a way to not only keep all my thoughts together, but to also share everything with her.
Plus I'm sure she'll appreciate this far more than the hundred or so emails I fill her inbox with on a daily basis
With that said I think I will attempt a fight with that bitch Insomnia. It's 2 am and the thought of getting up for work tomorrow makes me cry a little on the inside. Buenos noche
