As I sit here sulking, because most of my favorite people in the world are currently in Boston and I'm stuck alone at home, I can't help but think - I'm the luckiest person in the world.
Cons have been on my mind these past few days, and for good reason. Summer is beginning, and "con season" is on the rise. Booking flights and figuring out hotel rooms, it's hard not to catch the feaver. But, we're all pros at this now, right?
From Lumos 2006 in Las Vegas to Terminus 2008 in Chicago some of the best moments of my life have happened with the best people in the world. From meeting everyone to the first time to screaming in the lobby after a year apart, from dancing in 514 to screaming Don't Stop Believing, from riding down escalators yelling "expelliarmus!!" to watching the news in the elevator. These are the moments that define our LIVES.
I wouldn't be who I am today without 3am pillow talks or hug attacks in the lobby. I wouldn't be who I am without phone calls of "can you find me? I don't know where I am" and running to the grocery store to buy poptarts. Mostly I wouldn't be who I am today without the people that made getting lost in Little Falls, NY one of the greatest adventures of all time, or the people who screamed The Weapon with me at Prominus, or any of you at all. So thank you. Thank you for being obnoxious in hotels with me, for spending hundreds of dollars and traveling thousands of miles just to hear "hey, meet me in the lobby in two minutes!"
The Boston invasion may be underway, but San Francisco has yet to be conquered. See you all at Azkatraz :)