It was initially hard to see why...although apparently not so much for those who commented on my recent Facebook status: Vet school is about to end.
I have two weeks left until graduation. Two weeks.
deep breath now...
I have invested so much into these past four years. More money than I care to contemplate right now; vast quantities of time and sleepless nights; most of my energy; many emotions getting swept right along...tests both literal and figurative, blood sweat and tears (also both literal and figurative)...
And then of course we come to all my friends. I can't quite describe the bond that something like vet school gives a group of people, except to say that they are family now. Maybe it has to do with all that blood sweat and tears, maybe spending 5 days a week for 3 years in the same classroom, maybe it was the enforced bonding time we had in the woods of Idaho before vet school started. Spending 60+ hours a week together in the teaching hospital and depending on each other for our sanity probably has something to do with it too. Suffice it to say that I have become very close to some amazing people. And among my group of friends, I now count several fabulous residents and interns as well.
My entire life has been leading towards the goal of "Veterinarian." And it is about to happen. And then suddenly my goal is achieved, I will need to work on new goals (jobjobjobjob), and these past four years will be gone and my friends will be scattering to all corners of the country. How do you say good bye to all that?
I haven't figured it out yet. If anyone else has, please let me know.
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