You know when I started to realize that I am already an adult?

No. Not on my eighteenth birthday that a few years from now it’ll be a decade ago.

No. Not the day after my graduation when I was scared shitless of what to do with my life. Or is this even the life I’ve always wanted?

No. Not on my first day from work when I was that clueless beginner, asking myself do I really belong here? Or will I ever fit in?

I don’t remember the exact year, month, week, day, hour, minute and second I realized that I was in fact a full blown adult.

The proper thing to ask is where.

Where did I realize that I am already an adult?

It was in that four corner space where I take a bath every single day.

The place that used to be my sounding board from my terrible voice trying to hit the note of every song that I memorized from heart and failing each time, now become the place where I make most of my decisions in life.

That I don’t even have the slightest idea if I was in fact doing the right thing. Or...