Decisions, decisions, decisions. I cannot afford to go to the Atlanta conference this year. A fact I had settled myself to until I opened the brochure of all the courses and started to peruse. Then I fell upon the couch and let out a wail that sent my dog scurrying off to another part of the house. But there is not much to be done about it. You cannot get blood from a stone. I know. I've tried. I consoled myself with the thought of Dallas the year after.
But then another more pressing desire kept cropping up. London. It kept seeping into my subconscious like a voice in the back of my head. And the more I listened, the more I wanted to go. Now. As soon as possible. Soon for me being next year (the whole blood out of a stone issue again). I checked out the airfares, the cost of hotels, estimated a food budget, spending money...
And realized if all goes as planned, it may well be quite doable.
At the expense of Dallas.
Conference versus research trip. Dallas versus London.
If Dallas, I would no doubt travel as a group. If London, I may well be going alone. That idea both excites and scares me. I've never traveled alone before. I'm directionally challenged in the worse kind of way. But at the same time, there is a certain amount of freedom that comes with the notion of doing something scary all on your own. And I soooo want to go.
Then again, if I were to sell something before then, I may well be able to afford both trips. And if I can only take one, then at least whichever I choose will be tax deductible.
But which one to choose? Ah, that is the dilemma.