Today (November 3) marks the end of my third week at my postgrad job and my second week working. My first week was a week of training. And with job training comes icebreakers.

Icebreakers are a window, a fast track to learning about your coworkers. I learned one of my coworkers is expecting her first child in December. That two of my coworkers went to middle school together. That one of my coworkers is obsessed with cheetah print. (And I saw firsthand the extent of her obsession when I caught a ride with her to get fingerprinted and sat in a car covered from front to back with cheetah print.)

During one of the icebreakers, the topic of Netflix came up; specifically, paying for Netflix. The facilitator asked who paid for their own Netflix, and I was the only person who stepped forward.

And this made me realize: everyone’s an adult differently.

Some of my coworkers are renting apartments. I’m still an adult, even though I’m living at home.

I have a coworker expecting, and another coworker whose daughter’s first birthday is coming up. I’m still an adult, even though I don’t have a lil’un running around.

Most of my coworkers drive to work. I’m still an adult, even though I don’t have my license and get around with a mixture of ride-catching, public transit and walking.

None of my coworkers pay for Netflix. They’re still adults.

We’re all struggling in this strange thing called adulthood. Keep your chin up.