Tycho sums up what PAX means in today's post over at PA. I think he hits the nail on the head. Leaving PAX is like... it's like leaving that steamy love-affair you had in Italy with a handsome, dark haired stranger who has eyes as deep as the seas. It's having to come back home to your regular life after a weekend of goodness that you can't entirely describe, but you know it's something you want to hold onto just a little bit longer, as Tycho says in his post. PAX feels less like any other con I've been to and more like a community. It feels whole. ILU PAX. Edit: I've only got about 1/3 of my caramel apple left that I bought on Thursday. When that's gone, then the trip will REALLY feel over. |
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