Leaving the Nest

It's funny. A year ago today, I had my infamous countdown regarding my 21st birthday. When most (vanilla) people asked about my countdown they thought that I was really excited to start drinking.

Well, nine months later and I still hate the taste of every single alcoholic drink I have tried. In September 2012 I had finally attended my first munch and had learned about this place called The Society. While at this munch I met the most lovely individual who I see as my kink 'mom'. From then on I began counting down the days to when I could attend The Society.

I must confess that when I first attended I did not have the exact experience I was looking for, mostly due to unhealthy relationships I was still in. Alas, I did find The Space to be quite click-y and I did feel shy and out of place at times.

However, with time and continuous effort on my part, I have found my home. I have found my chosen family. I finally feel like I can be me and it feels FANTASTIC.

Now...I have to leave. Everything I've been waiting for can no longer be mine. I've been in denial for weeks, thus why many people do not know about my departure. I find it amusing how in my vanilla life, EVERYONE knows I'm leaving, mostly because of my awful roommate.

For a time, I was terribly depressed. I finally was *legal* to enter into this awesome place of acceptance and now I'm being turned away. Then I came to the realization that I am but a baby bird leaving the nest. Needing to do more growing and learning. My home will always be there for me, awaiting my return.

This is not goodbye. It's not to meant to be sad. It's me sharing the happiness so many people have brought to me. When I start school in Boston in the fall, I expect that I will be very homesick. So expect me to visit. Expect me to come back and play.

For I am but a bird who will always return home.

-confessork