Hello, lover

My girls are back, and I couldn't be more excited! They may be a little older, a little more responsible, but by golly they are certainly the same Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte I fell in love with just a few years ago. For me, May 30 cannot come quickly enough.

I became hooked on Sex and the City during what was probably the most difficult period of my life. For close to an entire month I went to work, came home to my lonely apartment, popped in a DVD and did my very best not to think about him. Yes, him. I got lost in the ups and downs of Carrie and Big's tumultuous romance, ignoring how it oftentimes mirrored the relationship I had just walked away from. I laughed at Samantha's sex life, cried with Charlotte during her baby struggles, and cheered on Miranda's pursuit of Steve. I was as shocked as any of them with Berger's breakup post-it note. It sounds pathetic, but when the four of them met up for lunch I wanted more than anything to be sitting at the table too.

The feelings I have for these four characters goes beyond mere admiration. I want a fabulous closet full of clothes and shoes. I want friendships that last a lifetime. I want to be able to withstand heartbreak. I want to write a weekly column, and later land a fantastic book deal. I, like so many other women out there, want to be Carrie Bradshaw. And maybe, just maybe, one of these days I will.