I feel really weird in gatherings of people like me. Is it because they are too much like me or not like me at all?
That's not to say I didn't get something from AWP; I did. But so many people act like it's the be-all, end-all, the one snippet of time a year that they get to meet with their bretheren. And that's awesome for them. Seriously.
For me, though, hotels filled with milling people make my heart beat a little faster. Not necessarily in the good way. Will I go back at some point? Sure.
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