My micronational experience is like many of those in this community. Civic participation is something that I feel very strongly about on a macronational level, but it is often difficult for one voice to be heard among the throngs. Seeing that there was an open avenue for nation-building only a keystroke away, I jumped in with everything that I had.
Initially, my desire was to work diligently and silently without being in the spotlight, but the first nation I joined consisted of a lazy monarch and me. It was at that time that I chose to become the reluctant head of my own new nation. Still having little experience in micronationalism, I was unsure of what to do. Having made the requisite website with all of the pertinent information, I set about finding citizens.
Slowly and steadily, the nation grew. The growth was not always easy—good friends were made and good friends moved on, projects were started and died out. The transient nature of micronationalism became very apparent to me in that first year. It is amazing what contacts were made but did not last. Thankfully, there were always new folks willing to jump in and try something that was foreign to them.
Eventually, the time commitment became too much for me to handle. After a great deal of thinking, I had to make the decision to step down from my throne and hand off the crown to an able successor. This I did gladly, though not without a bit of controversy over my heir. After this transition, my micronational experience entered a new phase. I had a chance to see the fruits of my labor from the other side of the spectrum. As a private citizen, I could see the Kingdom in the hands of an able ruler. Even this, though, would soon end. The national population was slowly dwindling and there came to be only a handful of dedicated citizens. Though my involvement in the nation had declined by that time, it was still a wonder to behold the peaceful transfer of power from my successor to another sovereign monarch.
At the start, this was a very bittersweet time for me. The nation that I had loved so much was no longer a sovereign entity. The culture that I had worked so hard to develop with so many women and men was now absorbed into that of another nation. It seemed that my country was no more. But then, I discovered something wonderful about micronationalists and micronationalism. There is no way to destroy these nations. One cannot use bombs and guns to destroy the cultures that we build. I can still proudly consider myself a Pendronian and a Gotzborger. As micronationalists, we are not bound to a specific place in the world. We are not bound to land that can be taken away. Instead, we are bound to people. We have chosen to unite ourselves with people—with all of their imperfections and quirks—for the purpose of building something bigger than ourselves. It would seem that this is something amazing. This is something from which nations around the world can learn.