Watch Me Turn 30, by Ashley N.
Question of the year: Is spending your late 20s living on South Beach and island-hopping the Caribbean as a career a) every responsible adult's fantasy or b) totally outlandish and ultimately unfulfilling for a semi-responsible adult who still places an abnormally high priority on fun? Perhaps the mere concept of what constitutes adulthood has been distorted due to my surroundings.

Through this blog, I hope to figure out what being "almost 30" really means to me...hopefully, before the big b-day next January.

Thanks goes to Holly C. for, first and foremost, agreeing to go on one of my press trips to the 'burbs of Fort Lauderdale and ultimately passing this site along to me.
the photo for December 23, 2008
DAY 347  |  December 23, 2008

I think I read somewhere that moving is among the top life stressors, just under dealing with deaths and job loss. That may sound a little dramatic, but it sure is not fun, and I am not good at it.

After months of searching town and believing the hype that there are "deals" out there following the real estate crash, I ultimately gave up and decided to move into a smaller apartment in my building rather than fork out $1200 a month for a 400 square foot studio in a nicer part of town (i.e., four blocks away.) While it's not exactly the $2200 a month square foot studio (with 5 roommates) I wanted to have in Manhattan by the time I turned 30, it is what it is for the time being.

So it's time for me to stop writing...I need to go back to the difficult task of determining what Halloween costumes make the cut in the downsizing.

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