Back when I was a starter wife I lived in Westchester for a few years.

Ahh, the things you do for love.

That was back when everyone around me owned a Lexus LS, Tiffany jewelry, the same style Movado watch and a Nextel phone that went click click on my frickin nerves.

Yea, real independent thinkers there.

I’ve since moved back home to Manhattan, began a different life and very seldom look back at the time I like to call “Duh, you married a Teamster!”

Except when I come across the photos I had to fight my second husband in order to keep… and then I stroll down memory lane. It’s usually pleasant.

Strolling through the few years in suburbia when I carried kate spade is one thing. Putting on a DVF dress and walking right back into it is another thing.

Even years after my suburban life came crashing down; I feel stress at the thought of going back there.

Back into what I have worked so very hard to move on from.

I always knew the day (or night) would come when I’d have to socialize in Westchester again.

So tonight, I’m going back.

It’s been years. I didn’t exactly leave Westchester the ideal way. And I definitely have some feelings about the people and place that taught me some fine life lessons.

But because my Maid of Honor is a dear friend and still lives there, I’ll be there tonight.

Scar tissue and all.

I keep wondering if I will see people from my old life.

And if they will be kind when they see the extra twenty pounds that have joined me in my new life.

Wish me luck. Tonight I’m moving backwards.

Except this time, I’m carrying Marc Jacobs and wearing YSL.

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Car Song – “Salvation” by The Cranberries “Inject your soul with liberty — its free.”