After reading Lauren Conrad's interview in this month's Glamour (a good one), I flipped to a new spread titled,"30 Things Every Woman Should Have and Should Know by the Time She's 30."
Glamour columnist, Pamela Redmond Satran, wrote this list in 1997 and yet it still applies and resonates today. I have a few years left before I hit the big 3-0, but I can still very much appreciate and admire these goals. I'm happy to see that I can already cross some off the list...while some suggestions still need work (i.e. things I should have...hello, numero dos!). Perhaps you've read this list before? If not, enjoy...
By 30, you should have:
1. One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to and one who reminds you of how far you’ve come.
2. A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family.
3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour.
4. A purse, a suitcase, and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying.
5. A youth you’re content to move beyond.
6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking forward to retelling it in your old age.
7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age—and some money set aside to help fund it.
8. An e-mail address, a voice mailbox, and a bank account—all of which nobody has access to but you.
9. A résumé that is not even the slightest bit padded.
10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry.
11. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
12. Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it.
13. The belief that you deserve it.
14. A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine, and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don’t get better after 30.
15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship, and all those other facets of life that do get better.
By 30, you should know:
1. How to fall in love without losing yourself.
2. How you feel about having kids.
3. How to quit a job, break up with a man, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
4. When to try harder and when to walk away.
5. How to kiss in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn’t like to happen next.
6. The names of: the secretary of state, your great-grandmother, and the best tailor in town.
7. How to live alone, even if you don’t like to.
8. How to take control of your own birthday.
9. That you can’t change the length of your calves, the width of your hips, or the nature of your parents.
10. That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over.
11.What you would and wouldn’t do for money or love.
12. That nobody gets away with smoking, drinking, doing drugs or not flossing for very long.
13. Who you can trust, who you can’t, and why you shouldn’t take it personally.
14. Not to apologize for something that isn’t your fault.
15. Why they say life begins at 30.
What about you, ladies? How is your own list going? Would you add anything?
Searching for an apartment in New York City is like putting on a duvet cover blindfolded.
I HATE PUTTING ON THE DUVET COVER!
(typing that in caps made me feel ohsomuchbetter.)
My lease isn't up until the end of June, but I've reluctantly started the hunt primarily using Craigslist, StreetEasy, and various no-fee/landlord websites. My bf has been extremely helpful, too - I seriously wake up every morning to a new email with links to peruse. (thank you!!)
I'd really, really love to have a separate room/area for living space.
...and a bathroom that is big enough for both a shower and a toilet.
...and ample cabinet space so I don't have to use my oven as storage.
...and a furniture facelift.
I meaaan, I'm 26 years old and it's time I have a normal-sized couch. The two bottom drawers of my previously owned dresser no longer open/operate without falling apart. And my "side-table" is a flimsy stand constructed of cardboard that was once used as a pedestal in an off-Broadway production. Let's be real.
Who knows, maybe I won't even end up moving. I have moments where I really do love my set-up and the thought of dealing with the process and packing up my life amidst its current momentum leaves me short of breath. Maybe I won't even find anything "better" in my price-range...but the bug is in my ear and goshdarnit, I'm going to at least try.
My DVR is always full of two TV re-runs that will never get old:
Sex and the City & Friends.
A 30-minute episode of either is as effective as a professional therapy session complete with Oreos & milk. I often find myself fantasizing about living in either of their homes, frolicking around and having more than two options of where to sit down.
[yelled into a loud-speaker] 'Scuse me, NYC, I'd like to know where you're hiding those apartments!
Yeah? Well be there by finding me a big purple living room.
If you witness any irrational aggressiveness / unruly behavior / overall annoyance from the little lady during this process, blame Bradshaw & Geller. As the stress increases, I will be relying on my DVR for support. And you know who lives inside the DVR...people with big, beautiful, & rent-controlled apartments.
Oh gawwwd. I'm going to end up like this chick, aren't I?
I live in NYC in an itty bitty apartment with which I have a love/hate relationship. I work in finance as an assistant, but my passion is drawing & writing. I have a bird-like affinity for anything sparkly, a trait I inherited from my best friend, my mom. I constantly battle inanimate objects and I am a chronic spiller/recipient of "spillage" around me. I love anyone that can make me giggle and I get a little too excited about birthdays. Oh and I never, and I mean never-ever, underestimate the power of a York Peppermint Pattie.