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 August 21, 2007
DAY 204  |  August 21, 2007
I met my fellow Lost Girls for a film screening at the fancy Tribeca Grand Hotel. Looking around at the crowd of well-dressed New Yorkers sipping martinis made me realize how easy it is to get sucked back into my old life of working and hitting the party scene. I want to have fun, but I donít want to forget the lessons I learned from my travels.

I want to remember that thereís a whole world of people out there living a completely different reality than what Iím accustomed to in the Big Apple: There are the smiling Balinese who make daily offerings to the gods, or the orphans I worked with in Kenya who sleep in Spartan huts without electricity, or the Peruvian porters who carry packs bigger than their bodies up the Andes Mountains for less than $10 a day.

Until the book is written, I wonít have much time to channel into The Lost Girls charity foundation that we hope to create. But if we do get a book advance, Iím going to try to give something back by sponsoring Ester, the orphan I fell in love with at the volunteer program in Kenya. I know itís not much, but maybe even a small move will make a difference. At least it might for Ester.

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