So… today is my 27th birthday. I’m not sure how this happened, but I have apparently at some point entered my late twenties. Somehow, I even got a dog, married a husband, and am considering buying a house. Also, I seem to be less than a month away from earning my MD and being called “Doctor.” I have, for all the world, become a “responsible adult”… to my own horror, I might add. It’s been nearly 10 years since I graduated high school, but I have to say that I don’t feel any more “wise” or “mature” than I was then.
Like many other Asian women, I look quite a bit younger than I actually am. This has resulted in all sorts of hilarious situations: being carded for an R-rated movie when I was 23, getting questions about who the “older gentleman” is that I spend my time with (my husband is actually younger than me by several months), and being called “Dear,” “Honey,” “Baby,” etc. by more strangers than I care to acknowledge. That, coupled with the fact that I’ve never really spent any substantial amount of time out of school up to now, leaves me feeling like I really have no idea what the “real world” is like.