My first 4th of July as a New Yorker has begun in Manhattan and will end in Greensboro, North Carolina. I'm a little disappointed that I'll be missing the largest firework displays in the nation, but I'm flying down this afternoon for a long weekend with Terrence and a wedding on Saturday. It's the second wedding I will have attended this summer with one more to go in August.
I can't believe I'm at the age where so many of my friends are married or are getting married ... and having kids. While I am so happy and excited for them, I can't believe how far off marriage and starting a family are on my own radar. I had always kind of thought in the back of my mind that I'd be married by the time I was in my late twenties. But I just got my first apartment without roommates, furnished with all of my own stuff, and I love turning the key to a place that I know is empty. I just recently achieved all of that, and I'm not ready to let it all go ... just yet.
A recent article I noticed on the cover of "Time Out New York" entitled "Attack of the Single Women" stated: Solo gals have come to rule our city. We have no choice but to listen to their demands.
Damn right. Happy Fourth!