I think I know more of who I am now and can go forward with that
so anyhow, I am sitting in a metal tube upon tarmac, ready for a birb mobe hop over the water.
maybe I'll see my nest on the way. if we have the right landing approach
and if I don't, no worries, I'll see it soon after, exactly as I left it
I think this is positive, a step forward for me.
being able to just be me, yer ackshul fuzzy duck, the entire time and not have to worry. I think that's it.
a tinge of sadness at it being the end. its been a wonderful week
❤️ you all everyone who was there, everyone I hung out with, played games with, got complimented by, ate with, laughed with, bought from, tried on dresses with, everything
things hit me when we arrived at the airport and I saw the bus stop. flashed back to coming out of the terminal with my fresh leap card, ready for a week ahead with no clear idea of how it would go.
...and into the queue for my last thing of the convention: Shifts in Irish mythology across the diaspora.
#Worldcon2019
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deep breath. last panel. sigh
I will be aboot until about 1200 if any of the lovely lonely folk I've mey and hung oot with want to come and do an goodbye or anything. I have my hat with added ribbon!