I sit in the middle of an empty apartment. Exactly one year ago I was surrounded by people and my gut was filled with lonely dispare. Fast forward three hundred sixty five days and I am alone, surrounded by empty pizza boxes, my gut with empty dispare.
(*Author's note: these whiny self pity parties will cease and desist in 71 days...FYI..that would be because that is when this CRAZY JOURNEY ENDS...WOOP WOOP!).
I have begun my cardiac anesthesia rotation with a broken heart. Ironic, right?! Today's scene at the airport could have been the cliffhanger of a romantic movie-woman leaves man at the airport, tears streaming down her face. Except to paint a more realistic picture, woman cries hysterically, wiping snot and mascara everywhere.
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