I’m back from a long weekend away by myself at a blogging conference. By that I mean, I wasn’t alone, just not with my family. I got to see, squeeze, talk, cry and laugh with, a lot of people who I love so dearly, talk to daily, yet only get to see once or twice a year. I got to create connections with new people.
I got to meet, in person, two women who I adore, that I have been online friends with since I first started showing up here, and spend a day with them. Everything fell immediately into the easy cadence and rhythm of old friends even though it was our first time laying eyes on eyes each other.
I have been asked many times what happens at a blogging conference. I might answer that there are informative sessions pertaining to the blog world, nice dinners with large groups of women, and an exchange of ideas between likeminded people. This is all true, I suppose, but it doesn’t get to the heart of these trips for me. The trips are like family reunions with a family that you’ve hand picked because they “get” you and you lovingly “get” them.
I return filled up. Filled up with love and friendship and a renewed longing and enthusiasm for my guys and life at home. And a little jetlag.