Most of us have been home a week and yet many of us aren’t over it. I’ve seen more than one person talking about blogher hangover.
And I’m here to tell you, it’s real.
You might think “Well yeah, WineJen and her glow stick skirt sparkled hard.
Oh, yes. We did.
But it’s more than that.
I’ve caught up on the sleep.
I’ve *finally* gained back that 4lbs I lost while starving in New York.
And yet? It’s still there.
The loneliness. The isolation. The sadness about something so awesome being over.
It starts to creep up about the 2nd day you’re home.
Maybe part of it has to do with the location itself. New York is high energy 24/7.
Maybe it has to do with the events you attend. It’s not every day you have companies fling bags of stuff at you. Maybe it was the designer shoe buffet. Or going to fancy parties at the Viacom building and having an amazing view of Times Square.
But really, it’s none of that. It’s the people.
That one who made you laugh.
That one you admire.
That one who inspired you.
That one who made you cry.
These people understand you. Get you. Forgive you for tweeting at the dinner table.
In the end the location was great, the event was nice, but it’s the people your heart aches for that takes some time to get over.
And finally a HUGE thank you to my dear friend Melisa who wrote a beautiful story about the Martha Stewart keynote that includes pictures of the table I set
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