One month...and I am OLD!

It still seems strange to me that the world sees me as an adult and that I have the right and capacity to do adult-type things (e.g., be an interpreter, be called ma’am in public places, make love when I wanna, eat ice cream for dinner, etc.). It’s also odd when I turn around and find out that we are often so responsible…that maybe we actually are adults (e.g., going to bed early in order to get a full night’s sleep before work, eating well-rounded meals, etc.).