In 5 days, I board a plane to New York, leaving behind my husband and my dog to fend for themselves for the summer. I am hoping when I return that I gain some perspective on what I need to do get my line to launch higher than ever before and at the same time gain some insight on my own personal musings.
It's funny that these past few months I've watched all the fashion documentaries and TV shows to try to prepare myself mentally for a city like New York, but as I watch the movie "Into the Wild" I am remembering thoughts I've had to get over to be able to make this NYC journey.
Since making the decision to buy a one way to ticket to New York, a lot of people have asked how the relationship between my husband and I are. My first reaction is to laugh, but I hold it enough to just smile and say were doing great and say "what's four months in New York compared to a lifetime of being together." I have to hold back more laughter when I say that to people because when I hear myself say those words it sounds so cheesy.
I've come to the conclusion that my love life is private, cheesy, honest, and genuine, but I think like most people I don't ever feel deserving to be loved even though I have found love. It's something my husband tells me that he "broke me from." You know that feel when someone you love loves you back and you know you should be happy, but all you think of is "why the hell do you love me?" And then your first instinct is to ask them "what is wrong with you."
I'm glad my husband has stuck around for over 12 years, I don't think my life and personality would be the same without him. I guess it finally took 12 years for me to realize that I deserve love, I deserve to love myself and I need to make a new life in New York. A life that perhaps my husband, my dog and myself can live together in perfect harmony, lol. A girl can dream, right?
Babe and Butter fashion art (Photos)
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