Gorilla moves to NYC on Sunday.
Though she's not the last of the girlz to leave Boston (Ruby is all over the place)... it sure feels like the summer after graduating college when all my college girls moved out of Boston.
I've got some great gal pals in med school, but we're all focused on our futures, so it's tough. Madge is in Peru. One is in Philly. Another is in DC. The other... well I'm sure she's doing a rotation in Boston.. but the fact is we're all freaking busy.
Couple this with me being a little tipsy right now... and stressed about step 2 (and I haven't even signed up for it yet)... life is not great.
I'm pretty sure that if I match in radiology... it's going to be at MGH... in Boston....
I'm pretty sure that though I will LOVE radiology... I will be sad in Boston.
There will pressure to marry RedSox (who is great and wonderful, but not it right now).
I will be 33 years-old by the time I finish residency and have another chance to leave Boston... and my risk of trisomy 21 will have sky-rocketed... and i'll probably be ugly... oy.
I need to stop.
I'm trying to be thankful and faithful and happy... but life would be so much better if I had died at 22 as I had hoped. Sorry to be morbid, but the height of life is the way to go (look at heath ledger being nominated for an oscar for freakin batman!)
I'm going to bed. I've got another gruesome day of studying tomorrow that will hopefully boost my chances of... something...
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