Camp Funky Junk

I've always had post show letdown. Sometimes, it's major, and sometimes I'm back to normal within a day or two. Doing a junking show reminds me of summer camp in many ways. The buildup, the nerves, the packing up, meeting the cabin mates, getting to know everyone, eating a lot, playing, laughing, not being homesick anymore, and then all of sudden, because you are having so much fun, it's over. Too fast. So, here we are, and one of my most favorite things in the world to do is done. Where does that leave me? With sore muscles, in need of some dietary detox, a little bit emotional, slightly cranky=), and with a very neglected house to pick up. The blessings of my three boys and my husband always ease the transition back to real life after my Funky Junk weekends, for sure. But I have to say, today, I'm really missing my funky friends.