Tonight is my last night in London; tomorrow morning I will head to Glasgow and Edinburgh. (Well, I say tomorrow… It’s already after 1am here.) Loncon3 was wonderful: I met the authors I wanted to meet, I saw some friends I hadn’t seen in a very long time, I attended the Hugo Awards Ceremony, and—most important to me—I immersed myself in the community that I love.
It was clear from the first moment I walked into the convention that I had arrived among my people. Even though I didn’t know anyone there, people let me into their conversations with cheer and goodwill, and weren’t afraid to strike up a conversation with me. Even in the moments when I found myself alone—as alone as one can be at a convention teeming with literally thousands of people—I found the air permeated with… well, with camaraderie.
I have some thoughts about memory and London that I think I want to share here, but I’m going to hang onto them for now (and not just because they aren’t fully coherent yet). For now, I just want to say, “Thank you,” to everyone at Loncon3 who made this weekend such a joy. I look forward to seeing you at WorldCons—or even just cons—in the future.