The 30th Year of Life

My 30th year.

Poor, living in an apartment,

With a childhood friend.

Single,  but that's alright.

Never expected much of a love life, anyway.

Filing to be a foster mom, we'll see what happens- probably unsuccessful.

Days spent trying to do my career.

Film is tough when you're not a city girl.

Nights spent worrying about money, and applying for part-time jobs.

Some I get in, some not.

Every day is different, one thought clear:

We'll see what happens.