The Gentle Ache of Nostalgia and Memory

First off, I stopped by “Collector Con,” a small con held at the Lismore in downtown Eau Claire. For those of you know my history with conventions, you’d know that when that place was a Ramada it was home to No Brand Con for five years in the late 2000s. I was only there for an hour or so, but it was my first time back in that convention center since I was twenty-nine years old. Like literally the last time I was there was a month before Crysta and I moved to Indiana in 2010.
Which was almost exactly fifteen years ago.
It’s a strange thing to return to a place like that. The room felt smaller than I remembered it, but it’s largely unchanged for better or for worse. It makes me miss running No Brand Con in the space. It never really felt the same after the con moved out of Eau Claire, and even though it felt great that last year in Stevens Point, nothing compares to home sometimes I guess.
Afterwards, I headed over to a friend’s house to hang out with a bunch of old friends from my early twenties. A group of three of my friends (all named David) have been regularly getting together as “The Council of Davids” for dinner for a while, and they’ve started inviting more and more of us to join them. It was a lovely evening talking with old friends (some of whom I haven’t seen in years), a just being social was, frankly, nice.
I have spent the last chunk of my life being a bit of a shut in, and I didn’t use to be. I’m at heart a social being, and I think I need to train myself to have the energy to get out more again. I, believe it or not, am happier when I actually spend time around other humans.
It’s easy to forget when sitting at home is often so much easier.