Sitting in the Vancouver airport, it feels very bittersweet to reflect on this past weekend.
I’m absolutely exhausted, as a couple of months of intense draft writing reached a crescendo on the weekend of the event itself, with three final days chock full of interviews, behind-the-scenes conversations, thousands of words of writing and an unhealthy amount of time spent staring at my phone and laptop.
It also feels a little surreal, spending the year preparing for the draft, only to have it all go by in a blurry rush over the span of 48 hours. Heck, some of these prospects I’ve been watching and scouting for well more than a year.