The starting point of this story comes from my observation of our generation's uncertainty about what it means to "being an adult". What exactly defines adulthood? My friends and I have reached the ages we once imagined at 17, yet we haven't become the confident, capable adults we envisioned. It wasn’t until I turned 23 that I realized coming-of-age can happen at any stage of life. And so, my protagonists, now in their early thirties, are still hesitating over life’s choices, unsure if they qualify as proper adults.
Who knows? Maybe we’re already “good enough” adults.