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Sep. 21st, 2005 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeIt's all his fault, really, for lending me all those books about people climbing Mount Everest with little more than a compass, some trail mix, cleated boots and a thick woolen scarf. ^_-
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit (and, to be entirely honest, George Mallory did in fact get himself killed doing just that).
Still. The slightly obsessive and Oooh!Shiny part of me is now singing a siren's song in my ear, telling me how cool it would be to take a winter vacation somewhere where there would only be me, maybe another trusted partner or two, my snowshoes, a backpack and a tent. Maybe a small gas stove.
Like, say, in Alaska. Or the Northwest Territories.
Now, the sensible, realistic part of me is still around. It pipes up now and then to remind me that I can't make it up Peel street from René Lévesque to Pine Ave. without getting seriously short of breath. It points out that I'm not in good shape, that I have little to no endurance, and that I would have no idea what to do with myself on that kind of trip anyway.
Then the other little voice pipes up and says: "Yeah, but it would be so cool!"
The first little voice then rejoins that I should spend my (as yet theoretical) hard-earned vacation on seeing friends, maybe going to Europe if I have enough money put aside... useful things like that.
Then the other little voice pipes up and says: "Yeah, but it would be so cool!"
You get the picture.
The conclusion I have drawn from this is that I need a lot more vacation time than I currently have (which is none right now, but might go up to one whole whopping week per year if I get hired), so that I can see my friends and go on an adventure. I also need a lot more money than I have right now.
Still, a girl can dream, right?
This has been brought to you by Phnee's Ongoing Campaign To Avoid Excessive Introspection. Thank you for listening.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit (and, to be entirely honest, George Mallory did in fact get himself killed doing just that).
Still. The slightly obsessive and Oooh!Shiny part of me is now singing a siren's song in my ear, telling me how cool it would be to take a winter vacation somewhere where there would only be me, maybe another trusted partner or two, my snowshoes, a backpack and a tent. Maybe a small gas stove.
Like, say, in Alaska. Or the Northwest Territories.
Now, the sensible, realistic part of me is still around. It pipes up now and then to remind me that I can't make it up Peel street from René Lévesque to Pine Ave. without getting seriously short of breath. It points out that I'm not in good shape, that I have little to no endurance, and that I would have no idea what to do with myself on that kind of trip anyway.
Then the other little voice pipes up and says: "Yeah, but it would be so cool!"
The first little voice then rejoins that I should spend my (as yet theoretical) hard-earned vacation on seeing friends, maybe going to Europe if I have enough money put aside... useful things like that.
Then the other little voice pipes up and says: "Yeah, but it would be so cool!"
You get the picture.
The conclusion I have drawn from this is that I need a lot more vacation time than I currently have (which is none right now, but might go up to one whole whopping week per year if I get hired), so that I can see my friends and go on an adventure. I also need a lot more money than I have right now.
Still, a girl can dream, right?
This has been brought to you by Phnee's Ongoing Campaign To Avoid Excessive Introspection. Thank you for listening.