On Sunday evening, early Monday morning, we wrapped our eleventh year of The Pygmalion Festival. I’m still at a loss for words for just how I feel about owning and running something that is now bigger than us. So, I’ll just leave what I wrote the final evening of Pygmalion below.
No kinder words have been said to me than on the final day of Pygmalion. As the friends we have made, both near and far, come to take in the festivities, I am reminded of how lucky I am/we are to have all of you and all of this in our lives. Sometimes, I feel like we can’t possibly be deserving of such love. And sometimes I feel as if I could just burst at the seams from all of the support. It is truly remarkable to make it to the last day of something so fantastically epic and dream-like. It feels like we are floating in space. Again, I don’t know how to thank everyone who has been there from Pygmalion year 1, day 1 to year 11, day 5. You all hold a special place in our hearts. The Made Fest has also brought such tremendous relationships to the table for me, too. From our family to yours, eternally grateful for giving us the opportunity to get to do what we do, the Fein-Bursoni’s thank you.