There are some things you expect to really fill you with regrets. Breaking off from my family was one of those things for me. And yet, in the admittedly brief time following this decision, I've not really experienced any such regrets. The biggest regret I have is the thought that I failed to completely move myself out in one go, having left two very valuable possessions behind in the rush to get out. This mistake was entirely stress induced, since several hours earlier, when I still had presence of mind, I had done a splendid job of packing the entirety of my wardrobe, as well as the other essentials for maintaining my hygiene into a single duffle bag. This means that I'll have to interact with my parents again sometime in the coming week, and likewise to hopefully have the car I've been driving for years put into my name.

These stresses aside, I have the stress of two finals in the coming week.

But THAT aside, I had a good time at Anthrocon. I actually probably enjoyed it more than I have any other year, because while I wasn't quite as thrilled as I usually am, I was far far far less stress and panicked. And honestly, the thrill I felt before was the thrill of possibly getting away with something that I was stressed I wouldn't or shouldn't be. Next year will hopefully be even better.

Also, I've got just about the best network of friends a person could ask for, and that was my real treat for the year. Being able to genuinely interact with people who care about me this deeply was wonderful. And I don't mean to say that my parent's don't care for me this deeply, they just have a far less gentle way of showing it.

I will hopefully become more active as the summer wears on, as I grow more stable and confident. Also, my internet troubles are pretty much over, since the new apartment I'll move to has decent connection. So there's that.

Here's to the future!

Velth