In Primary School I didn’t think much beyond the end of the day. Or past the next meal. The weekend always seemed too far away. At the start of High School I had left all my Primary School classmates behind and went to school in a completely different suburb. I couldn’t wait to leave and start again. When I left High School I was only one of a handful of students who went on to University. I couldn’t wait to leave and start again. Starting Med School, I knew nobody.
My Intern year was the first transition where I stayed with friends; we all went to Royal Perth Hospital. But now we’re scattered across Australia and the globe. Two years ago Dan and I arrived in Toronto, for my specialty fellowships, and we knew nobody. We started again. Yesterday we left. We left behind good friends and pieces of our hearts. For the first time I didn’t feel ready to leave. Though I am ready to start again.