So I very rarely put out journals, that is to be known and even expected at this point from my followers. I am putting this out though as I sit in my hotel room here. The convention is over, and honestly, I don't know. I heard about post-con depression and how furry conventions are, and I never really took those super seriously, maybe because I never had a frame of reference for them before. I was always this shy, nervous wreck of a person growing up, and I wasn't exactly sure what to think of the fandom going forward considering some of my experiences.

This con, I don't know, there was something magical about it, and I never refer to anything like that. I've heard people say that it's been chill or whatever, but this felt almost euphoric. Like, it's hard to describe the whirlwind of emotions that I am feeling right now. I really don't know. Maybe it was the first time in a long time I've allowed myself to be vulnerable, I don't know. This literally felt like something that I needed, and it's honestly kind of sad that it's over. I would like to hear people's thoughts about this. Has something similar happened to them with their first con?