In my situation, I am not altogether certain that adulthood has arrived. I am 33, with more than my share of amazing, heartrending, blissful, wow-moment experiences. Although I am not certain that the experiences themselves have molded my child self into an adult. I may be making too much of the idea of what it means to be an adult. Maybe I was an adult when I turned 18, the legal age for it. Maybe I turned grown-up when I had my first menstrual cycle. Maybe I only grew up when I was able to leave my native country for travel overseas, because the experience changed me. Maybe having to be financially self-sustaining, having to pay for my own food, clothes, shelter -- maybe that made me an adult.
But I still feel like a child in many ways. I don't mean this in the gleeful "young at heart" sense. I mean that the world still doesn't make sense to me in many ways, and that I very often try and escape from it, just like how I would have done when I was a child -- or, say, before I had my first menstrual cycle.
So this is just me sharing this with the world to see what happens.