I cannot wait to leave.
I finally understand why people eventually go crazy and desperately want to leave this place. My friends who left at the end of third year were so willing to leave and I had always thought it slightly strange because this city is built for people like us - everything within walking distance, a free gym and reasonable prices for food and living. But I think I get it now.
This place reeks of stagnation. Of life, I mean.
It was great for seven years because of
a) the aforementioned reasons
b) being able to escape the clutches of parental control
but there's just a sense of time lost, spent meandering around going no where - rather like the Israelites in the desert for 40 years. I can only imagine how maddening it would be if you had no partner - it is nearly impossible for young professionals to find a decent/suitable match here because this place is crawling with university students who just look so bloody young.
Imagine Neverland. This city is exactly like that (except like ten times colder and less magical). You're stuck in this vortex where things don't change. Don't get me wrong - it'd be a nice place to raise your family or even grow old in (if your arthritis is able to stand the cold temperatures), but for a twenty-something year old - I just need change. Something different to happen or even things to happen.
That's the great thing about being able to pick a different city to do your clinical years in. You finally get a sense (albeit a rather artificial sense) of being a proper adult as a fourth year clinical student and being able to leave this place is quite a symbolic way of doing so.
I cannot wait to leave. I cannot wait for life to begin.
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