I am from a small, dusty farm town known (but not to many) as Fruita, CO. At age 16, I gazed longingly at the New York City skyline mural plastered on my bedroom wall. I imagined a Bradshaw-esque existence: designer clothes, fabulous friends, amazing career. To me, living in NYC meant you were making it.
I was never going to get married. Marriage was an archaic social construct in my pubescent mind. Commit to loving one man? Forever? No thanks. I prided myself on being one of the girls who wasn’t pining after Prince Charming.
This is a story you’ve probably heard many times: a young girl from a small town wants to be Carrie Bradshaw in New York. I don’t care. It’s my truth and it’s a truth I cannot deny.
Fast forward 10 years. I’m 26, and a newlywed. I married a man who made the idea of forever, exciting. My designer clothes are at least 3 seasons out of style, dug out of a thrift store bin, and covered in dog hair. And life could not be more grand.
My name is Kaitlyn Sacco. I am moving my entire life from a small mountain valley in Colorado, to New York City. Traveling with me: my new husband (Nick) and our dog (Marshall)- who has no idea what a city even looks like. This blog will serve to chronicle our adventures in marriage and life in the big city.
In the words of C. Bradshaw herself:
“‘I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.”
And now that I’ve found my guy and my dog, I’m looking at you, New York. May this be the beginning of a very long, terrifying, and wonderful love letter.