Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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Oh, babe. I hate to go.

There's something magical about airport departure lounges. They're these strange, impossible liminal spaces, where the world is infinite just because it's so limited. I spend a lot of time in them these days, what with the conventions and the work and everything else. The TSA at San Francisco is starting to know me by name.

I am heading home from Boston, where I just spent a wonderful, terrible, magical, mundane, perfect, flawed, absolutely incredible weekend as a Special Guest of Arisia 2010. The convention was warm and welcoming and filled with people who hugged me and were happy I was there. I had a terrible allergic reaction Sunday morning and spent most of the day sick even unto death. I sat on a stage with Cat and talked about gulper eels and Lord Byron's penis. I tried to make the hotel internet work, to mixed results. I curled up in a warm bed with two of my favorite people sitting nearby, and watched great television. I wandered around unfed and confused.

I had a fantastic convention. I am glad to know that someday, I will go back there. I am so very glad to be going home. And that, really, is the convention experience. You go to a strange place, you enter the airport departure lounge of your soul, and you do your best to fall in love with the people you meet there. And then you all get on planes and go home to your separate places, and you wonder whether you'll ever fly that route again.

My bags are packed. I'm ready to go. The city streets are filled with snow. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye...

But I will. And soon, Great Pumpkin willing, I'll say hello.

Thank you for everything.
Tags: cat valente, contemplation, conventions, good things, medical fu, post-con, utterly exhausted
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Me, too! I hope to repeat the experience in the future. Maybe with more sleep (me) and less allergies (you).

Also, I ordered a bottle of Toby Daye perfume Saturday night. I'd totally forgotten I'd dabbed some on, and, when I got back to my hotel, I kept wondering what smelled so good. When I realized it was me, I had to get more.

Just thought you should know.
I am pleased. :)