I was dreaming the other day -- dreaming, having delusions, whatever you want to call it. I thought that when I turn 30, in a year and a half, wouldn't it be great to go somewhere? My birthday's in December so Australia would work. I looked at some packages on the internet and found a wonderful package for 4 nights in Sydney, 4 in Cairn and 4 in Melbourne for $4500, including airfare from LA and transportation between cities. Wouldn't it be nice to save the money I make from property management and just take an extravagant vacation? Saving that income for 18 months would put me darn close. Or do I want a Mediterranean cruise, 5 countries in 10 nights? Then again, I've always wanted to go to Ireland...
The catch: who in the hell gave me this damn rational gene? I was excited about a nice vacation and bam(!), in pops the thought that saving my property management money for the next six months will get me out of credit card debt (OK, not technically due to interest, but based on principal). Damn genetics. I know, believe me I know, the debt (which I've accrued since I bought my house 2 years ago) is one of the things that keeps me up at night so eliminating that will improve the quality of my non-vacation life. But, come on, don't you hear that cheering squad for instant gratification? It's not my fault that I hear the squad at 28 instead of 18 like a normal person, is it? I know I'll do the right thing. I'll work toward being debt free by early next year. Hey perhaps a trip to New York's Library Hotel and a Broadway Show instead. Or a shopping spree in Toronto. I know that you know that I'm too cheap for The Library Hotel ($425 a night, you've gotta be shittin' me!) but a girl can dream.
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