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 December 10, 2007
DAY 315  |  December 10, 2007
Ah, man. Walking down city streets lined with Christmas trees for sale makes me want a real home. Iím craving a cozy space that smells like pine needles and glows with blinking white lights. A home where I can hang stockings over a fireplace and watch ďItís a Wonderful LifeĒ and bake cut-out cookies with green frosting and red sprinkles like my mom used to do when I was a kid.

Instead, Iím hopping on the subway to go to my chilly Brooklyn apartment where the cable isnít working so I canít even watch Christmas movies. But I have to look on the bright side: At least I have a home (I did live out of a backpack for an entire year)!

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