Carrie Faces the Past in “And Just Like That” Before the Final Curtain
So here we are, teetering on the edge of the series finale for And Just Like That…
The episode finds her brooding—ordering pies like they’re therapy and wandering past her old apartment, where Lisette, the glamorous young neighbor, still resides. Lisette invites her to a pre-Thanksgiving gathering, but Carrie hesitates. The thought of stepping back into that apartment feels risky, like she might awaken regrets she’s been keeping neatly tucked away. At the same time, her literary agent delivers some feedback on her new novel’s ending—currently a scene where the protagonist sits alone in her garden. The agent insists it reads like a romantic tragedy, which “Carrie Bradshaw can’t write.” Carrie pushes back, bristling at the idea that a woman alone equals tragedy. Still, the note lingers.
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When Carrie finally goes to the party, she’s struck not by nostalgia, but by a clear sense that the apartment no longer belongs to her—literally or emotionally. Lisette’s renovations have split it in two, shrinking it and erasing Carrie’s aesthetic. The magic has gone. The visit sparks an epiphany: she has moved on. Back home, she rewrites her book’s epilogue. Now, instead of ending in solitude, the heroine accepts an invitation to a party where a handsome widower will be. It’s a subtle nudge toward hope, though whether that hope needs to be male-shaped is up for debate.
Around Carrie, the others prepare for a Thanksgiving hosted by Miranda, though her well-meaning invitation to her son Brady’s ex promises fireworks. Charlotte is wrestling—again—with her feelings about Rock’s identity, Anthony is both accepting a proposal and questioning it in the same breath, and Seema finally gets both romance and respect from her lover Adam, who tells her he loves her. That’s one happily-ever-after the episode delivers without irony.
But beneath the scattered humor and relationship drama, there’s a quiet current running through it all: the idea that endings don’t have to be clean, neat, or universally satisfying. Sometimes, you walk into an old space and realize it’s no longer yours, and that’s okay. Sometimes, the best you can do is say yes to the next party, the next chapter, the next slice of pie—even if you don’t know exactly where it leads.
This episode may not have been stuffed with plot, but it felt like the deep breath before the final step. Next week, we find out whether Carrie’s last word will be a wink, a sigh, or a stomp in Manolos.
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