I Guess I’m Doing This, Then
I just bought my membership for next year’s World Fantasy Convention.
I guess I’m really going to Washington, D.C. then.
I would now very much like to hide in a corner and whimper pathetically now, because, honestly, travelling always scares me and this will be my first time travelling outside of Europe (unless you count going to Gran Canaria when I was about ten, which belongs to Spain, but my father always insists it’s technically part of Africa). Also the longest I’ve ever travelled without my family (I’m planning about two weeks).
So that means thinking about flights and hotels and things to do, and it just makes me want to hide. But I also know that at least two of my friends will be there, and I know we’ll have a good time.
Really, the thing I’m most afraid of is that I’ll want to do this every year. Because I might be able to afford this one year, but if I do this more often, there won’t be any money left to save, and I still want my own garden one day, damn it.