Three months into residency and I’m already ready for a vacation.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being a resident. It’s both humbling and amazing to come home from work every evening and reflect on how much I was able to do and learn during the day. Also, if you’ve read my last post, you’ll know that I’m thoroughly enjoying discovering all that Newfoundland has to offer. However, as I settle into my work routine and grow more comfortable in my new home, there’s a sense of tedium that is beginning to creep up.
The initial wonder and jittery excitement at the prospect of starting residency (and being able to sign my own orders) are slowly fading. In their place, the reality of 1 in 4 call, and an understanding of how much I have yet to learn are beginning to set in. And lately, I find myself thinking longingly of those blissful few weeks between finishing medical school and starting residency when I had zero responsibilities.
Not only was I responsibility-free, but I also took full advantage of my glorious time off, and did something I had been dreaming of doing since I was a child: I traveled to Europe!
Now, when Meg and I were younger, a trip to Europe was the ultimate dream vacation. A combination of our French Immersion-induced appreciation for all things Parisian, obsession with Harry Potter and, by extension, the U.K., and love for Ireland thanks to Nora Roberts created a near-worship level of admiration for the entire continent. We had a Gilmore Girls-inspired plan to backpack through Europe together at some point in our 20’s. Then lo and behold, Meg went and did her exchange in London, traveled all over Europe while she was there, and left me high and dry. In doing so, she killed all hopes of our long-anticipated sister-and-sister European adventure (in case you can’t tell, I was most definitely bitter).
(Edit from Meg: what really happened is Ry ran off to medical school and declared that she wouldn’t get more than a week off for the next ten years of her life. So, naturally, I went without her, because I can be patient, but not ten-years patient. Just thought I’d clear that up…)
All this to say:
1) After I graduated from medical school, I traveled to Europe (specifically, London, the French Riviera, and Paris).
2) This was a highly-anticipated, very exciting, lifelong dream vacation.
3) I miss vacation. Take me back.
4) To commemorate my amazing trip (and nostalgically remember it), I am starting a series of blog posts, each inspired by a city that I visited. First up, London!
– Grey: Formula X for Sephora‘s Extraordinary
– Red: Butter London‘s Pillar Box Red
– Blue: Formula X for Sephora‘s Omni
– White: Julep‘s Dana
– Black: my random black nail art striper
There’s not much I can say about the technique here other than: 1) a steady hand, 2) loads of patience, and 3) little tiny brushes. Admittedly, there were many more London-esque symbols I could have chosen to paint on my nails, but hey, my skills are limited. Allow me to make up for it with a series of tourist-y photos from my glorious week in London:
That’s all for now. Time to get back to studying.
Until next time!