yet again, I have decided not to go to Prague. I don't know what it is about this trip, why I feel such urgency to attend the summer session the fiction department runs there. why I keep deciding it is much too extravagant and far beyond my means at the moment.
Maybe this is the part of being an adult I haven't come to terms with: having dreams, watching them wither and go away.
as my mother--who tends to be far more practical at a moment's notice--pointed out, I could spend that money better in grad school.
of course, there's no way of knowing what six weeks in prague would have done for me. the only thing for certain is that it would have made me really, really broke. and even though there's a million reasons to go, I'm simply not going.
if you have any ideas on how I can make 5,500 bucks magically appear, I'm open.
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No idea how to make that much appear, as I am trying to do likewise for my own reasons. Of course, I could always find that kind of dough through dubious means, as could you. We'll talk. But since I've never been to Prague, no one else should go either.
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