Post Con Depression + Homesickness:
I am going to wake up in a concrete and glass tower overlooking the busy city, my stamina jetlagged and tiredness written all over my face.

- Day After Tomorrow, 8:30 AM -

The first thought that comes to my groggy mind as my phone blares its alarm melody was

"It felt like a dream."

The more fun that I had at ‪#‎VancouFUR‬, the more the post con depression hits me on the day that the fun ends. The fun that I had were less about attending the events, but being around my friends, the friends that I have not met for almost two years.

It seems like every since the last time, I, in the view of others have seemed to have differed, perhaps a little more introverted.. I felt less hyperactive, perhaps a little more pragmatic in my outlook on life, but overall, the emotion of company that I had with my friends had only intensified. I felt a sense of security, a sense of warmth, a sense of 溫馨ness...

Then I remember, the times that I have had in my dreams of the same friends being around me, in a dream rendition of the convention hobby at night, enjoying the conversation I am having with my friends, the ones that have been with me through thick and thin, and hugging them...the literal tangibility of the dream...and being able to successfully recreate that in the very reality that I had.

I am not exaggerating when I am stating that I am blessed to have met and been with old friends, met new friends - some the first time in person, and even made amends. When it comes down to it, all I wanted is a sense of simple affection.

It didn't felt like a dream, because it isn't a dream anymore. I have had faith in the thought to meet each other again, and that has rewarded me well. I thought to myself that as I finally dragged my frame out of bed, a little more.

Thank you:
Aleria
Drekian
Grael
Tyins
Grey
Dusty
Elias
Wallin
Daiten
Tanner
Liam
Caina
Ruzlan
Lynwen
z00p
Katsuke

And the rest of you awesome folks!