Skip to main content

Hello there,

Techhnically, I'm starting this blog thing because I am rather bored and annoyed by my upstairs neighbors so I need something to distract me. So, I'll give you a little breakdown of my life situation currently.

Right now, I am living right outside of Boston. I have been here for a total of 4.5 days out of the 7 weeks I will be here. I am here for an internship at the Cambridge Spaulding Rehab Hospital (a Harvard Medical School teaching hospital - whoot whoot). I'm from Texas, so this whole city/public transport things it pretty foreign. And right now it is raining... so I don't quite feel like going out and about. I'm living with 2 women who have both already finished their graduate degrees and have full-time jobs - making me feel a little out of place. However, they are pretty nice and quite funny. We were able to abruptly introduce ourselves after we had to call the police on our upstairs neighbors 2 nights ago for trying to attack one of them. And now, those super kind neighbors are moving out, and kindly started to do so at about 7am this morning. Which in Texas time is only 6am in the freaking morning. Thanks to the wooden floors and paperthin walls, I have heard every single footstep, broom sweep, and dropped baby toy for the last 8 hours. Thrilling, I know. Any-who, cheers to them moving out!

So for a moment of honesty: I feel super alone here. I'm hoping that getting to write about everything that I experience here will make me feel a little less alone. It's pretty weird not talking to anyone, going out to dinner alone, and walking everywhere alone. It's definitely not me (because I am insanely talkative). But who knows, maybe this will bring out something new in me!

Here goes...


Location: Somerville, MA, USA

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"We are sorry, you did not match to any position."

For the very first time today I can finally say that I understand   Passive suicidal ideation. An abstract symptomatology   Now clear as day As I sit here wishing that I wasn’t Trying to scream for help But unable to catch enough air to do so. It took me over 57 hours   To admit to my parents that my lifelong dream, My 3 degrees and now almost 4, Those 9 straight years of missing out, And half a million dollars of student debt Has all surmounted to nothing. I have been in this constant cycle   Of holding my breath Waiting to exhale while I   Work, and wait, and hope That everything I have done and endured and accomplished Would in someone else’s universe   Be enough. I am adaptable, compassionate, and resilient. My hands are warm. They are steady. And they are talented. I am an unrelenting advocate for my patients and my peers and for wellness. I have given every ounce of myself to   Every single team I have ever been apart of And it seems that I have ...
1 comment
Read more

Thank you, Dr. Franklin.

At the recommendation of my counselor and the request of my dear friend, Cindy, I have been tasked to write about you. Yet, I have been sitting here for days. I have been trying to figure out what to say, trying to muster up the strength to sit face to face with this grief and carry the weight of this heavy heart. How do I come to terms with the fact that there is absolutely no possible way to put into words -- words that you will now never get to hear -- exactly what and how much you mean to me? But you, Dr. Franklin, would simply not stand for hesitancy, for stagnation. And I can almost guarantee that you would not want the tears. You would expect and demand action. So while I can't promise you that it will be as pretty as the sutures you taught me to throw or as clean as the gallbladder fossa s/p lap chole, here I am and I am moving. 
2 comments
Read more

Empty

I feel so empty here. I thought that I would find my place but All that I have now is space, so empty. Floating in the background of everyone else's lives only to be Called to the front when they need something from me. When there is something they need to take and yet Every single time I give it all away so easily. Without hesitation, I give you a piece Breaking off a piece of my soul that I keep trading as a bargaining chip That I'm hoping you'll take to accept me. But you never even wanted me in the first place. I was only brought here to take up space. My existence is only of interest because thrifting has become a fad. And second-hand goods now make you look trendy. So use me up to make yourself feel more desirable. And return me to this empty space when you're done, leaving me Stale. And musty. Don't worry. I'll clean myself up as usual.
Post a Comment
Read more