It’s time for New Orleans Convention.
you know what’s the first thing that comes to my mind every time I think about the fact that I’m actually attending Nola?
it was august of 2016, right after Minncon, and Heather Karri and I were at the Minneapolis airport waiting for our flights. We were walking through the terminal and Heather was talking about how she was going to New Orleans convention, in october of 2017. we had already briefly talked about it on the car ride to the airport. And I remember being adamant about it. “I’m not going.” And that was it.
It’s not easy for me to go to a con. I don’t live anywhere near a convention place, I don’t even live in the US. I have to fly at least 10 hours to go to any convention. If you follow me since 2013/2014, you know the struggle it was to get to Chicon 2014, my first con. my passport was expired, I didn’t have a Visa. I had just started a new job, I had to borrow money from my mom to buy the ticket. “since that’s gonna be my only con, I wanna go gold!” I said back then. It wasn’t easy, a whole year of planning, but it paid off. My dream finally came true and I met the boys for the first time and that would be it.
2 months later I was determined to go to another con. It couldn’t just end there. So I convinced Karri and in august of 2016 we went to Minncon. I knew at the time that it was really gonna be my last, I cried while talking to Jared during autos because I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again. I wanted to travel to other places, spend money on other things, so I was sure I wasn’t coming back for Nola. I wished Heather all the happiness but I was like no.
Funny thing, tomorrow night I get on a plane to New Orleans. How did this happen? I don’t know. I remember sitting at an italian restaurant in NYC (where I flew to after minncon to spend a few days) and Karri was messaging me saying she was thinking about going to Nola. And that I had to come too.
I knew that if Karri and Heather (and prob Allison by that point) were coming, how could I stay behind and watch it? By the time I arrived back home, I knew I was going even if I still hadn’t confirmed to them yet. I knew that 14 months from then, I’d be there.There was never really a choice. I wanted to be with my girls, wanted to see the boys again. Karri and I rushed to buy our tickets, silver was almost ending. I remember being at a barbecue, no wifi, buying tickets from my phone and praying for the creation website to work. it seemed like a lifetime away, more people joined us, the con was only in october of 2017, fucking 14 months away.
Now, it’s this week. I get to see my friends in less thn two days, a few years ago I didn’t even dream about meeting them in person and here we are, spending a few days at Nola together. it’s amazing to see what this show brought me, and I’m very thankful for it all.
this week I’ll be posting about the con and the trip altogether on my twitter, if you wanna follow me, it’s @j2loveeachother.
Let the newest adventure begin. Because that’s what we’re here for!