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 September 3, 2007
DAY 217  |  September 3, 2007
When I was in Bahia, Brazil, the locals would watch the sun sink in the sky at the beach and burst out clapping when it finally set. I couldn’t help but speculate the reason Brazilians seem so happy is because they know how to celebrate the small stuff.

I was kinda reminded of that moment today while on a bike ride with my friend Bryant. He took me on a detour to this new park in Williamsburg where New Yorkers were just chilling out in the grass: playing guitar, throwing balls with their kids or hanging with friends while watching the sun disappear behind Manhattan’s skyscrapers. And while nobody cheered, of course, the fact that we’d all taken time out from our fast-paced, New York City lives to relax by the water made me smile.

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