A student addressed me as ‘Mrs. Chan’ earlier this week. It threw me offguard, considering I was still getting asked for ID in 2016. The legal drinking age here is 18. Never complained, gleeful at times.
Therefore, it is only logical to say, the first half of 2017 has robbed me of my 20s. I half-suspect I will wake up tomorrow and realise I’m actually in my 40s. And on Friday? 50s.
No matter – I am one step closer to becoming the head-banging, tongue-sticking, bird-flipping old granny I’ve always aspired to be.