No really, I want to leave and by leave I mean…oh snark it
Originally published at Perches in the Soul. You can comment here or there.
So its here the first global health application….
and I panicked. I am also ill with some RSV like illness.
Suddenly in the last week, I have looked around realized I have it made.
I have a brilliant mentor who has actually succeeded in founding a clinic in one of the most violent neighborhoods in America that is celebrating nearly 20 years. Not to mention his work in Africa. Not to mention, he actually seems to think I am great. He is sending me to Malawi this July.
I work at the best childrens hospital in the world. No really….people come from EVERYWHERE to be here. Every day we have applicants who are interviewing dying to come here. The learning here is amazing, the teaching opportunities are amazing.
Today I went to see my uber boss, to ask about writing a program director letter for me for my fellowship applications. He hugged me and said “I brought you here….of course I will write you a letter for whatever you want.”
Yes its cold here, yes its on the wrong side of my beloved mountains, yes people here look at me funny when I say “yll” but by golly I don’t think leaving is what I want.
I want to go to Africa but I think if I could have my cake and eat it too. I want to be a fellow from here. This is where I want to represent.
…..never mind that the fellowship only exists on paper. And there is no actual money set aside.
I can dream, can’t I…