The final day of Fan Expo was definitely the hardest one. I checked out from the hotel and left my bags with them before blindly heading to the con. I didn’t fly out until that evening, so I had time to kill at the con. But the dread of returning home filled me.
I’ve never liked the coming home part after a good trip. The thought of leaving something that made me so happy, combined with that reality check which is returning to real life… It’s rough. Not the worst thing on the planet, obviously. But definitely not my favorite.