Another 6 months, another trip to Denver. Had a lot of fun at RMFC met some really cool people. A part of me was just assuming I'd regret some of the trip, but I didn't. Though I dont think I'll be attending one again for quite a while. Cons are quite a bit more expensive than just flying in to see friends. It was actually a lot tamer than I thought it would be, the furries that run it can definitely keep their attendees in line. As, well, I guess bad as it sounds, we were more behaved than the other large group that was staying at the same hotel. If anything its proof that we can still be different, but dont have to be out of control freaks to have fun. As far as the rest of the trip it was great if not slightly better. Had a ton of new experiences at the con but nothing can top just sitting with some old friends watching movies. And while I'm still sad to go, it doesn't seem as hopeless this time around. I'll be back, these people couldn't chase me away with torches if they tried. It doesn't really feel like a goodbye either, I keep in touch rather well considering I'm 500 miles away.

To be honest I'm rather tired of flying back here, I'm tired of going back to Kansas and not having a group of friends to chill with a few times a week. I want to start living again, instead of just sitting stagnant waiting for something to happen or change. I miss the city, my friends, everything is different here, its more lively here. I was afraid of going back to school for a while, but that crossroads is coming up and when you weigh, having the same job for the rest of your life working your ass off just to get by. Or, going back to school getting into a job you enjoy a little bit more then, deciding is rather easy. I dont hang out with rich people, growing up my family was rather poor, still had food, still had shelter. Sure we didn't have a nice house or hell, even a working washing machine. But we still had fun with family and friends and I had a great childhood. I guess what I'm trying to get at is, its taken a while, but I'm going to stop trying to please everyone else. I'm just going to make myself as happy as I can until I die. Because, realizing that life is too short to worry about acceptance, or a promotion, or a new car is a great thing. I dont need any of it. Just give me the bare basics and I'll find ways to make even the simplest thing special. I'd rather be poor and surrounded by people I love that make me happy and laugh. Than be rich, too busy to enjoy myself or the company of others. Here's to new beginnings, and the hope that my plane doesn't crash on the way ruining all of my plans to move back.