post-conference depression(?)
Sitting at my desk in my apartment, a few days after I last sat here. I just got back from a research conference, my second one in my entire life. This is the first time I've ever had to present my own research, though.
It's exhilarating: getting dolled up with your friends in your hotel room, making your way through the venue, standing at your poster while a hundred different conversations weave around you. I loved it and I hated it and I hate that I have to go back to my real life in a few hours. While I was there I wanted to write here a couple times, but I could never figure out what to say. I still don't, to be honest. I'm still making things up as I go. This is one of those life events I don't really know how to archive. Maybe it'll come to me soon.