[06th May 2026]

I did it. I Still can't believe it but I did. 

I ran away. Not in the 'teenage rebellion sleep on a friend's parent's couch' kind of way, but in a 'I moved out of home without telling anyone' way. I have a house now, one that I own (with a mortgage, of course, but still), and I'm not going back—well, can't, to be precise.

They left to go on holiday, and since it's not unusual for me to not want to join them, they thought nothing of me staying home, so I had two weeks to get everything boxed up, moved out, and shipped to my new address, and despite everything in me screaming that something was going to go wrong, that I would get caught and have to explain myself, everything ended up going off without a hitch. 

They actually still haven't gotten back yet, so they don't even know I'm gone, and by the time they do, it'll be too late for them to find me.

I know it's extreme, and probably really stupid, but I couldn't keep living a lie anymore, and I'm not brave enough to see their reaction to the truth, so this is the only way I can live my life freely without being scarred by the reactions of my family to who I truly am, behind all the masks and the lies. There was probably a simpler way—an undercover life, a hideout, or whatever—but I didn't want to risk ever being caught, and the fear of that would have driven me crazy, though I suppose I did something even crazier instead.

I don't even have my job figured out yet. I have income from a few...side hustles, if you will, but I wanted to use this time to actually work on my career. I'd planned to set it up back at home and be more secure with everything, but a few things happened that forced me to leave earlier than planned, so I've got to sort it all out whilst paying bills and running a house by myself, though I suppose I would have gotten to that eventually, so it might be good to learn to balance everything from the beginning.

I haven't actually moved into the house yet, and none of my stuff has arrived yet, it's due in about three days, so I'll go to meet the movers at the house once they arrive. Right now I'm just staying in a hotel nearby. I suppose that's probably part of the reason why this doesn't feel real just yet, so maybe I'll feel different in a few days once I unpack and move into the house?

I...really don't know, but I suppose this is the best time to say 'welcome to the new me', and follow along on my journey is you'd like?

xxx

TL;DR: I (29M) moved out of home without telling anyone because I didn't want to keep my 'true self' a secret anymore, gave them no explanation and no new address, and am living out of a hotel until all my stuff arrives for my new house.

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Comments:

{Is this for real?}

    {Nah, it's way too weird. Probably just fishing for sympathy. They didn't even say why they left. Surely if they're     gonna say all of that then they wouldn't care about the rest.}

    {What if it's something really bad, and that's why they won't say?}

    {If it was that bad then they probably shouldn't be posting it on the internet}

    {He's probably just gay or something, dramatic}

{You'd better hope they don't follow you online anywhere then}

    {It's not like they could find him if they did, unless he's gonna start posting pics or locations}

{What is this, a short story? Be for real}

{Brother??}

    {Wait, really?!}

    {No :( }