After completing my final rotation at New Bolton Center (cue the tears), I had a full week reprieve prior to graduation. Back in January of this year, knowing how introspective and emotional I become during times of rest, I smartly decided to fill that week up with plans with my friends. A few of my closest friends in veterinary school and their significant others decided to rent a house close to the beach to live out our last few days of complete relaxation with each other.
It was the best decision I could have made. In the four days that my friends and I spent at that house in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, we made up for the seemingly lost time that escaped us during our year-long adventure in clinics. While I like to think that during clinics I kept up a pretty active social life, it was evident after one night in Rehoboth that I was no longer my college self. In hindsight, that was probably a really good thing, but in the moment I became acutely aware of how lost I had become in terms of social skills.
I have written countless times of how much school has taken me away from the social sphere with which I used to be so intimately associated. In some of my darkest times, I have regretted (cursed) the decision to pursue my dreams. At what cost? I would think to myself. I sacrificed so much to fulfill a passion: relationships, sanity, money. In the end, was it worth it?
It certainly feels that way.