This has been my second PAX, my first being PAX Prime last year. Both experiences were amazing and make me feel as if I have returned to my childhood. Wandering, talking about games, discovering and playing things I never knew existed. Popping into the console freeplay area to play a buddy in a fighting game, spending way too much money on trading cards, and striking up conversations with complete strangers that are likely going to have a similar outlook as you. There is no judging, no feelings of awkwardness, no bad feels. In a word, it's all good.
But then I return home. Here in Athens, Ohio, I am leading project upon project in the game dev area of my school. I'm graduating in June, and thinking of starting a start up company so I can make indy games in the hope that I can be on the PAX Expo Floor someday. That thought keeps me going. The thought of my PAX Pilgrimage every year, the Mecca of geekiness, keeps me going.
For those of you who are PAX vets, is this something that comes with every PAX? No matter how wiped I am during the Expo, I never want to leave. And when I have to, I am filled with sorrow much as Dick Cheney's black heart is filled with the hatred that sustains his very being. Does it ever get easier? Or does it steadily get worse until the post PAX Blues are at depression levels of disappointment with the world around you?