This is where I will be living for the next sixteen months. As the holidays begin approaching, I feel a bit of apprehension welling up inside of me. I see the lights and think of my mom's Christmas tree and plethora of snowmen. Don't get me wrong, I am excited about Dominica and the opportunity to become a doctor. Look at the photo; how could I not be happy? The holidays, especially Christmas, make me feel nostalgic with little butterflies flittering in my stomach. I can smell my mom's dog food on Jew bread. (A holiday favorite of our family. Don't be offended, we are part Jewish.) I can see my dad as we open gifts and he cooks something tastey in his infamous pots and pans that are off limits to everyone, even his wife. Despite my pure excitement about medical school, I still have this feeling.
Negating this, I am so very happy about medical school. The unknown is scary, yet I ready to experience it. My backpack and supplies will be at home today when I get there. I know they are superficial items, but they add to building excitement. Despite my nagging feelings, I am happy. I want this to happen. That is one thing I know for sure.