This was my first PAX. Every year I was either too broke, too busy or too unlucky to get tickets. But this year I managed to get everything lined up. I did a hotelshare and met some fantastic people, and one became my PAX Buddy. We hunted Pins, got her book signed (the Strippers did awesome faces on the inside back) and saw a load of panels.
Monday arrived far too soon, and after the Omegathon we headed back to the hotel and they packed up, we said goodbye and they left. Pretty much the second the door closed it hit me that this awesome experience was over and seemed far too quick. It was almost grief, I missed people I had only just met and they weren't even out of the hotel. I wanted to spend more time talking bollocks with my Buddy.
The evening was spent with chocolate cake and sci-fi. It's only now I feel back to normal, and even writing this brings on twinges. I've watched PATV to know it happens. But I wasn't expecting it to be so soon, so sudden and so visceral.
How do others deal with it? Does it always happen?