I realize now that I really needed a few months to land after our weekend in Italy. I was on a huge rollercoaster upon returning home. Just when I thought I was out of it, a day or so later, it turned out that the carts were still racing full speed along the track. I went from looking back with nostalgia to feeling like I was on a huge love trip, floating on a cloud of pink. Nothing came out of my hands. The emails piled up and steps towards something new were not taken. Until today. Or no, actually until yesterday. The new ideas are flowing again, the laptop has finally been put back into action, and I feel the ground beneath my feet again. New plans, a new course; it's finally coming. But wow, what an impact such a gigantic wedding has.

Looking back, it's actually not so strange. We have been looking forward to this day for two years. For two years, I have thought about, changed, adjusted every detail, and then finally fixed it. It was all worth it double and then some. It was more beautiful than expected. And just that, combined with that long period of preparations, made me feel completely out of sorts. From experience, I now know that being engaged for a long time will be one of my biggest pieces of advice to any future bride and groom. It makes the experience so intense. The road to a wedding is often forgotten. In my surroundings, there must be a plan and a date immediately after the ring. But dear future bride, don't rush. Take your time. Because that is also part of your day (or your days). And just that long lead-up makes it seem like your marriage hasn't flown by. It wasn't just two blinks of the eye and the white dress can go back in the closet, but it becomes an experience so intense that you need weeks to recover from it. And that is all worth it.

On the Upper East Side, I am wide-eyed. The houses, the entrances, the shops, and certainly the people intrigue me. For a moment, I imagine myself as Blair and, completely in style, I parade through the streets in my suit from Suistudio. A pit stop at Sandro is inevitable, and there I buy my first autumn item. The air conditioning is accidentally set so cold that the new blue can come in. The pinstripe suit has been swapped for my new sweater, and together with the woolen beanie, I sit on the couch. Brooklyn is not the Upper East Side, and our house will never be found there. But I must say that I am quite content here, in that sweater with the beanie in Brooklyn.

Now I have been social media tired for a while. I notice that I increasingly think: ‘oh never mind that photo’, in places where I used to shoot a hundred photos that I was then busy editing to post. And although I still draw inspiration from and look at some mega Insta-babes with great admiration, I can't really manage it anymore. Instagram tired, that's what I think I am at the moment. My new plan has nothing to do with Instagram, but I don't want to give up either. It needs to take on a different form, so bring on the advice or wise counsel, because I don't really know what to do with all that social media right now... (let me know here).