... And exhale
I find myself falling back in love with my violin only to find for the first time that it is out of my reach. By about 1000kms or so... Give or take. Let's hope this enthusiasm lasts till I get back.
So one rotation is finished now... Have had two seconds to breathe and now onto the crazies in psychiatry. At least now I won't have to travel into the middle of nowhere we call rural Victoria (or at least not too often). As much as this is a long year, I think it's going to rush by incredibly quickly. Already nine weeks have gone by in a flash.
Sometimes I look at my life and I wonder... I think I've always sort of taken the safe road, the easy path, done what I was meant to have done... All the way until medicine. And well sometimes I kinda feel like cutting loose and just going wild for a bit (how very fitting as I start to venture into the psych wards), and well I know everyone feels like that sometimes but well... I keep seeing how all these people I know are catching up with each other in Marrakech or Portugal, or spending half a year in Japan working on the ski slopes. Or at the very least going somewhere overseas on exchange with their uni degree. And I almost feel like my youth is going to run by without my ever really getting to do the whole travelling around or living that seems to be part of the done thing, the life experience stuff that everyone else does. Meanwhile, set on this path called medicine I'm going to be fairly committed to continually work once I graduate to get into any specialty colleges which leaves so very little time to catch up on all that adventuring stuff. I mean not that I would've chosen anything else, but it's just a bit disheartening seeing people jump around the world and experiencing other cultures, learning languages... And in comparison, the furthest I've gone is into the middle of nowhere, with small towns that are slowly dying which have a smaller population than that of my high school. Yes, yes, it's been interesting and a nice experience and all, but its just not quite the same.
Oh well.
So one rotation is finished now... Have had two seconds to breathe and now onto the crazies in psychiatry. At least now I won't have to travel into the middle of nowhere we call rural Victoria (or at least not too often). As much as this is a long year, I think it's going to rush by incredibly quickly. Already nine weeks have gone by in a flash.
Sometimes I look at my life and I wonder... I think I've always sort of taken the safe road, the easy path, done what I was meant to have done... All the way until medicine. And well sometimes I kinda feel like cutting loose and just going wild for a bit (how very fitting as I start to venture into the psych wards), and well I know everyone feels like that sometimes but well... I keep seeing how all these people I know are catching up with each other in Marrakech or Portugal, or spending half a year in Japan working on the ski slopes. Or at the very least going somewhere overseas on exchange with their uni degree. And I almost feel like my youth is going to run by without my ever really getting to do the whole travelling around or living that seems to be part of the done thing, the life experience stuff that everyone else does. Meanwhile, set on this path called medicine I'm going to be fairly committed to continually work once I graduate to get into any specialty colleges which leaves so very little time to catch up on all that adventuring stuff. I mean not that I would've chosen anything else, but it's just a bit disheartening seeing people jump around the world and experiencing other cultures, learning languages... And in comparison, the furthest I've gone is into the middle of nowhere, with small towns that are slowly dying which have a smaller population than that of my high school. Yes, yes, it's been interesting and a nice experience and all, but its just not quite the same.
Oh well.