This weekend had to be one of the most unique weekends of my life. It was somewhere in between the best and worst, and all of it had to do with Comic Con. There was a time when I wanted to turn around and come back to L.A., and also the time when my heart felt incredibly sad that I was leaving San Diego. I could lay here and write about the many things I should have done instead of the things I actually did or how I should have been better prepared for this type of weekend, but the truth is that I wouldn’t change a thing. (So what if I got lost in the desert in the middle of the night. or got lost in a sea of people – no phone. or showered at the beach in front of an Asian family).
Comic Con was tiring, but it was also inspired me to follow my dreams. I saw so many wonderful people who one would only dream of seeing in front of them. I met people who share my kind of interests. I heard passionate people share their thoughts about film making. And I got a lot of free stuff. As the weekend comes to an end and another week dawns upon us, I know that I’ll remember this weekend forever.