The other day I was giddy on nitrous oxide and genuinely thought my teeth were loose because of course I did.
“Do you remember the last tooth you lost?” I asked my hygienist. It sounded a little more urgent than I wanted it to, so I continued.
“I remember it–I remember thinking ‘I guess I’m an adult now.’”
With that we speculated about where I’d be years from now and I gave her Plan A, Plan B and Plan C.
It’s funny to think about the things that are supposed to initiate us into the adult world.
I’m almost 100% sure that years from now, under the influence of auld lang syne or a particularly beautiful day, I’ll turn to whomever’s close and urgently ask: “Do you remember…?” and try to trace the time from there to here.