Busy. Anxious. Happy. It's been too long.
Once upon a time, in the way back machine... I was a part of a number of very close-knit cosplay groups. It was everything being 20-something is expected to be: love, heartbreak, anger, sadness, joys, tragedy, loss, and all of the drama that comes with it. It bonded us together and shaped our lives in ways we are still discovering. Roughly a decade has passed since I said goodbye to that part of my life. For some the parting was good, for some it was not. Today I start to say hello again.
There's a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. I have been planning this for a month. All of my plans went to hell in a handbasket for it, but I am still driven to go.
I am utterly exhausted. I had 3 hours sleep last night (again). But I'm excited. By the time I get dressed and drive to the event, it should be well after lunch. Pol is supposed to text me when he is done with work, and I am going to head back. Is it worth it? Something in my gut says it is. So we go.