Being first doesn’t matter much to me anymore. I used to love seeing a film before the general public. Or picking up the newest videogame the day it got released. Being first in line at a Black Friday sale (or in Canada: Boxing Day Sale) stopped being fun when I realized that I didn’t need to buy junk just because it’s cheap. I’m not saying I like to be last either. I also don’t think I’ve fallen into the trap of the “Fear Of Missing Out”.
My goals in life have drastically changed. Material possessions are fine and all- but I’m focused more on experiences. I love meeting new people at Comicons. People from different walks of life. People of different ages. Some who are more Star Trek than Star Wars. A convention brings us together no matter what we do any other day of the year.
For us the conventions are also a way of enjoying some family time. We spend a couple of days driving to and from the cons. We try and add a side trip to some new and different part of the journey. My favorite so far was the extended trip through Death Valley and the Extraterrestrial Highway.