#future

So it looks like I am definitely heading back home next year - not that there was much doubt over that anyway given that the clinical school I picked has a reputation for having substandard teaching compared to the other clinical schools, hence the low popularity amongst the third year medical students. But I think learning has more to do with your own attitude and motivation to learn - and if I stay motivated, my learning should hopefully not be affected by whatever clinical school I choose to attend.

I am excited by the people who are coming with me. At first I had some reservations about leaving my most of my friends behind - but it turns out that a large majority of people who I really get along with in my tute groups and labs are coming too.

Everything has just sort of gone downhill from neuro. I really enjoyed neuro - like reaaaally enjoyed it and so everything just seems kind of boring in comparison. Why did I start on this tangent? Oh, yes - so anyway, our timetable so far has been full of public health lectures and short labs, so I've had a lot of down time to daydream (or rather, plan - which makes it sound slightly more productive). Ever since M. told me that she's moving in with J. next year, it makes me more excited about moving in with E. in a year's time. I am slightly envious, given the fact that I still have to wait another year and well, E. and I have been in a relationship for five years (whineeeee). But at the same time, I can see why it makes sense for them to move in together and she practically lives here - sometimes I wish that she would move in permanently because she helps keep the place clean because sometimes, cleaning up after two boys by myself can get rather tiresome. And she leaves the toilet seat down like it is supposed to be.

Anyway! I digress. Downtime means that I've been looking at rental properties for E. and I in a year's time and yesterday, we got talking about it briefly. E. was like, well - as much as I have the money for us to live in a nice place, it'd make more sense not to live like kings because I'd rather save the money for us to buy a house.

A house! I cannot describe what kind of thrill ran down my spine. I suppose it's because for half of our relationship, we didn't really dare or rather, there was no point in planning anything beyond two years. The thrill of actually being able to do so clearly has not worn off yet.