She Left
A week and a half ago my dear friend Barbie graduated from medical school. I attended the ceremony with her family and hollered obnoxiously when she crossed the stage. I remember years ago when she was applying to schools, and then I remember the afternoon when she told me she had decided on a specialty. The way she talked about it was much like a girl falling in love.
Now Barbie is moving on to an amazing internship/residency program 1500 miles away. She left a week ago with a U-haul full of boxes, her husband in the car next to her. Even though I am so proud of her for all that she’s accomplished, I can’t help but hate her a little for leaving.
