And it feels like…
http://www.flickr.com/photos/fragmentsgallery/sets/72157614713585246/show/ I got a little teary on the airplane on the way home. I guess because I realized that for the first time, no one was waiting at the airport for me. It’s still hard sometimes. I got a little weirded out during the con’s Valentine’s Day Massacre dance, too. I don’t like couples, I…