Ticket to anywhere...
Chesna came and brought the rain with her. For once, it was welcome- in that way that warm drops dripping over your skin can be. So it's not rain that I hate, its the ice cold excuse for it that we get in Perth during winter. My hair has grown long enough now that it forms messy curls wherever the rain falls on it and rises up, defying gravity. We had to abandon our plans to scramble up Kelly's Knob for sunrise, I woke at 4.30 to hear the rain pelting down on the tin roof. Lay back in bed then got up a couple of hours later with C, made bacon and eggs and curled up on the couch with tea and watched QI. Felt all my muscles relaxing after all the exercise of yesterday. Did the washing up to the sound of the rain and a new playlist, belting out a bit of Macy over my dishes. I wish I could bottle up the way I'm feeling right now and save it for those moments that are waiting for me in the next few months - when I'm stuck on a ward feeling humiliated, or dead tired and just wanting to go home, or feeling the rising panic and desperation before an exam. Right now I'm not thinking about applying for jobs, or case reports, or the GP exam, the tax man or those other horrible things I'm not thinking about because well, I'm here right now and I'm not going to.