Had an emotionally draining day today… a mix of past, present and future. Why is it that when it rains, it pours? I heard from an old close friend… bad news about his family. Still think of my grandmother, taking care of the baby… trying to recover still from an intense autumn of traveling while prego… we have been living out of boxes for a couple years now… just getting through… plus many other events/emotions. Anxious about a crazy schedule starting in just a couple of months.. a big move to Tulsa. But also excitement.. I can’t wait to unpack boxes and bins that have been in storage for years. It will be like Christmas. Some days I feel as though my life has been in a box. In medical school, it is always… ‘PLEASE God, just get me through this exam… these boards, this interview’…. argh. And here we are… through. Time to unpack. Time to live life as a brand new doctor… but without the full responsibility yet. With emotions gone crazy for multiple reasons… I always find the need to retreat to the one place I feel comfortable, a coffee shop. My one vice. I love being “alone”. “Alone” with my mind, but still surrounded by people… an oxy-moran? Maybe. Therapeutic? Definitely. Being surrounded by other people in a small space… looking at what they are wearing, what they are studying… letting someone else choose the music for me (which is awesome at certain shops.. dreadful at others). Taking your time. No rush. No responsibility. Usually old worn tables with many folks who have sat here before me. Personality. Uniqueness… creativity swirls around my head. Art. Sugar. Tatoos. Through the many years of studying, stressing, friends, emotions.. my coffee shops have always been there. So much so that I think we are going to rent a house in Tulsa near one of my favs… Shades of Brown.
I will miss the one I am at in downtown Denver this evening… Paris on the Platte.
