Watch Me Turn 30, by Holly C.
I'm a 29-year-old New Yorker who inherited this site from my pal, Holly P., to document the final year of my twenties. Right up until I turn the big 3-0 next January, I'll use this blog to indulge my inner-narcissist by voicing the good (I can date men anywhere from ages 21 to 50 without it being scandalous) the bad (I keep getting ma'amed) and the ugly (is it possible to get cellulite on your stomach?!). Here's to waving goodbye to my youth, accepting adulthood and remembering that every ending is really just a new beginning.
the photo for April 15, 2007
DAY 76  |  April 15, 2007
Itís Sunday night in Sydney and Iím sad. I donít really know whyóI donít have any reason to be upset. Maybe Iím lonely because I havenít seen my family in months. Or maybe Iím anxious because Iím returning to New York City soon and I have no idea what the future holds. Time goes by so fast and June will be here before I know it. What will I do for work? What will it be like to see my boyfriend again? How will I readjust to city life after spending a year on the road? How have I changed?

Thinking about all the possibilities is not making me feel any better. I know worry is wasted energy, but Iíve never been good at slowing down my mind. I want to smoke a cigarette, but I quit and would only regret it tomorrow. I want to dive into a tub of chocolate cookie dough ice cream, but polishing off a pint will just make me feel worse. I want to call my sister, but sheís asleep because itís in the middle of the night back in New York. I guess thereís no quick fix for feeling blue. Iím telling myself itís okay to be sad, and Iím trying to teach myself to sit with it.

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