#It’s Never Too Late To Find Yourself

After losing her husband, needing hip surgery, witnessing her best friend start an affair with her boss, go on some lackluster dates, turn into that “old lady” neighbor who tells twentysomethings to keep it down, and fear that the spirit of her dead husband was trying to communicate through a lamp, Carrie has had a hell of a season. After meeting with Big’s brother about where his final resting place should be, she has a dream where she realizes that Big’s ashes should be scattered on their bridge in Paris. The “Carrie, you’re the one” bridge that she ends up on during the “Sex and the City” finale. After scattering his ashes (while wearing an unbelievably gorgeous dress) she texts Samantha to inform her that she’s in Paris and invites her to a cocktail. We don’t get to see Samantha, but we’re led to believe that after all this time, there’s a love in their friendship that will never die.

With Che off to Los Angeles, Carrie is now out of a job, until the show’s producer, Franklyn (Ivan Hernandez), suggests that Carrie have her own relationship advice show … called “Sex and the City.” It’s not unheard of for a newspaper column to cross mediums, and in a super corny way, it feels like the natural evolution for Carrie’s narrations and writing. After she records her first successful episode (with callers because apparently, no one on this show knows what a podcast actually is), she shares an elevator with Franklyn, and the two ravish each other. 

Our girl is finally ready to move forward, and the stage is perfectly set for a second season.