While my day to day life in the past 18 months has been decidedly domestic, I am a linguist* by training. Today, I received an announcement for a conference workshop that is right up my alley. I have work I'd love to present there and get feedback on. I'd probably even be interested in the other presentations offered. Exciting stuff on the order of magnitude of being a U2 fan and getting a backstage pass--VERY EXCITING.
SO NOT GOING. The conference is in Australia. I don't think we budgeted for Australia this year. Then, it's in December of this year. As in, one month after a requisite family flight to my cousin's wedding. As in, I'll have a still-nursing, 8-month-old son.
What a bummer. I love my cousin; I love my children; my husband makes good money. I'm still sad that I can't even think of participating in this.
Ok. That's off my chest. Back to playing with the kids.
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*Linguists are not necessarily grammar, spelling, and punctuation freaks--at least I'm not.
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