I’m at SFO. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve decided to start a blog and see what happens. Now that I’m trapped at an airport terminal and not –yet- desperate enough to pay for online access, I begin to type. I’m taking United flight 863 to Sydney, Australia tonight. Three meals, four movies, and fifteen hours, nonstop; basically the entire time we will be following the set sun over the Pacific Ocean.
It’s been a busy year. I have felt like I was sprinting towards the starting line ever since my med school- seasoned friend Brian advised me to “enjoy the golden time between when you find out where you are going to school and when you actually have to be there.” I’ve been climbing like mad, trying to fill every free moment with family and friends, and chasing phantom experimental results that could give me some feeling of satisfaction from my two and a half year adventure in research. I have bought more than a dozen books that I want to read before school starts, spent an astonishing time playing poker, and caught myself more times than I would like to admit wishing for a few hours of boredom and some time to enjoy the beautiful view from my room.
I feel that my present life is disintegrating around me as I prepare to start my new one at UC Davis SOM. I’m not sure I’m built to do this very often; nurture friendships and hobbies only to leave them behind for new geography and obligations. The life that I have here finally feels like home, but learning medicine is also one of the few things that I truly think I want and need to do. I feel unbelievably fortunate to be able to go to medical school in Davis, close to the life that I have established. For the first time in a long time, I feel as though I have been given a break, and though I have to swim hard, I don’t have to fight the current any more.
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