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I must confess, being on my own is a different experience. We are so used to having the presence of a hierarch telling us we have to come home, or we can't do this or that. But that's gone now for me, and I find it fascinating and yet confusing. I go where I want, when I want, and I stay for as long as I want. I feel as though I am breaking some rule, some mandate, and yet, this only a product of seventeen years of conditioning, that is now irrelevant in the face of my newfound independence. I am not blessed and cursed with the freedom to take my life to new heights as well as new depths, to make it big or lose it all. It is finally here, I am finally on my own. I can't fall back on anyone now, I have officially "gone out into the real world." Good luck everyone, it's a crazy place out here. Just hope I don't end up some homeless bum my first year in the Jungle...