The International Writers Magazine: Turning 30 - Making
April became the witching hour for me so to speak. I turned 29 and
suddenly the world seemed a little colder. Maybe, its because
I have spent the past five years hopelessly underemployed or it
could be the fact that I dont have a husband and/or kidlets
running around. Heck, I dont even have any romantic prospects
at this time. Which would probably slip my mind if it werent
for my familys constant reminders.
after my 29th birthday I sat down and wrote out a retrospective of my
20s. My retrospective turned into a long and convoluted story
with twists and turns that would rival any TV movie of the week.
My early 20s were spent scraping by in college and wishing for
a job with a decent salary, benefits and status. My mid-twenties were
spent in a succession of temp jobs, brief gigs and a disastrous foray
into the corporate world. At the time, a majority of my other friends
and former college classmates were in the same situation as I. We were
all happy just to have a job in our field after college. It didnt
matter we had to scrape up change to buy basic necessities or that all
of dinner parties were actually pasta and salad potlucks. At the time,
I was still buying cool vintage dresses from thrift stores and wearing
stocking caps with wild abandonment. Going to the bars, meant staying
out until closing time and then continuing the after-bar at someones
house. The next day, I was at work at 7:45 am sharp. No one had a clue
that I was coasting on three hours of sleep.
Then the late twenties hit and my friends had ceased their post-college
drift and had begun settling down into their careers, getting married
and buying houses. Meanwhile, I was still living in a small studio apartment
trying to get my para-legal career off of the ground. Many of my old
compadres relocated to new cities or got embroiled in their new lives.
Unfortunately, my friendship didnt fit into their new lives and
when we did get together it was awkward for everyone involved. The late
night bar crawls were replaced with dinner and drinks with everyone
heading home by 9:30 pm.
The good ol days were just not enough to sustain our friendships.
In the end, the best thing to do was to limit our contact to superficial
emails sent on birthdays and holidays.
At age 28, I surveyed the desolate existence that had become my life
in Minnesota and I decided that it was time to relocate. A year later,
I packed up my belongings and moved from Minnesota to Los Angeles. Now,
my Sunday afternoons are spent trying new recipes and reading how-to
manuals on purchasing real estate. I have now grown to appreciate the
friendships that I am able to sustain via email.
Each evening, I stroll the along the tree-lined streets of my neighborhood
and an inner calm surrounds me.
Bring on 30!
© Alaina Alexander firstname.lastname@example.org
Alaina Alexander is a freelance writer and creator of the websites:
www.divatosity.com, www.dismissedlawstudent.com, http://bougiegirl.blogspot.com
and co-creator of www.makinrent.com. She resides in Los Angeles, CA
and is working on the cookbook version of www.makinrent.com.
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