Strange times we are in. Not only for the world but for my life as well. It has been a while since I've written a personal essay, and after returning from my unintentional year-long hiatus, it felt appropriate to write something.

Around a year ago, I started writing a diary on my phone. The application, still synchronised with my Google account, kept various diary entries from years ago when I told myself that "This time I'll actually commit to writing a diary!!", only for me to make a couple of entries for a week or two, and inevitably forgetting about it.

Content Warning - Discussion of mental health and other personal topics

It's getting to that time of year when I start gathering my thoughts to write a big message or yearly summary about how everything went

In 2020, I wrote a big Twitter thread celebrating the past decade, in 2021 I wrote a Twitlonger, and this year I'm writing it in my Neocities journal :) which I feel is what makes sense for me to do this time.

After 4 long tiring days, and some extra days that it took me to write this, I am finally back from tabling at Comic Con PT, I have all sorts of mixed emotions about it all, but the overall experience was positive, I feel :)

A good thing about living in the capital is that most of the country's main conventions happen here, so that's cool at least. And while I've been going to most conventions since around 2012 or so, tabling at Artist Alleys is a recent endeavour if we don't count the years when all cons got cancelled due to Covid.