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When Game and Life Mingle

It is about bedtime for me, tonight. Tomorrow, I get off of work early (8 hours instead of 12!) to get home, make sure I'm set, and head to the airport for my overnight flight to Iceland. I'll be landing around 0630 local time and then my week will start.

I don't know what to expect. I've been to Iceland before. I went to Fanfest, 2013. Still, going because of the CSM is different. I'm both nervous and excited. I'm looking forward to meeting some people. I look forward to talking about Eve. I hope to present myself and represent myself well. But, as always I never know how such things will go.

I'm not so much socially awkward as that I am an introvert. I do enjoy social stuff for my hobbies. However, my past with Eve events is a mixed bag of things often not being quite what I expected. But, unlike larger groups I'm expected to be here. I doubt it will be the wallflower experience that I have had at Eve Vegas and Fanfest.

The fun part about travelling for Eve is that I can indulge my travel blogging habit on my main blog. I may write normal Eve type posts. I may only write about what is going on and share pictures. It is a time when a reader can get to know more about me the person and see through my eyes or just skip over to next Monday when I'm back home. 

I assume I will have time to write. There is always a chance that I may not. However, unwinding from my day by musing over it is a pleasant way to end the day. As always I will share what I can. The rest will just be the impressions. I enjoy travelling to different places.

We will see how the week goes.

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  1. Yay! I look forward to this weeks posts!

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  2. Hope you have a fun and productive trip! Yanarfal

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