As an equine student, I was lucky to find out the status of my internship applications very early into the school year. By late October, I’d already been on my externships, received offers, had phone interviews, and informally accepted my internship. My contract was signed and sent back several weeks later. With NAVLE scores now released and my job lined up, I’m cruising towards the end of the year and graduation.
Which means preparing for life after vet school.
Unlike many of my peers, I won’t be jumping straight into the ‘real world’, but I will be out in private practice for my internship.
Luckily, one of my externmates that I met while externing for this internship is going to become one of my internmates, and we hit it off. She met another one of our future internmates at a different externship. When word of a house, owned by one of the vets at our future practice, being leased to interns, we jumped at the chance.
Now I have a job, contract signed, NAVLE passed, roommates, and a lease on a house a mere 4 minutes from the clinic.
We’re talking furniture and pets, ogling at our large, fenced-in backyard and discussing patio furniture.
I will be traveling to the area on my vacation block to nail down a barn to board my horse at, and I’m finalizing my start date with the practice.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s exciting and thrilling, and I’m ecstatic with the internship I’ve accepted and the area I’ll be living – it is an equine girl’s dream come true.
But after 4 years in the same house, with the same roommate, and being a total creature of habit – it feels weird to be getting ready to transition again. To figure out how and when I’ll be packing and transporting my horse and belonging (likely in the same trailer) down to Kentucky. To live in a new house. To have new roommates. To adjust to a new schedule and a whole new lifestyle as an intern.
One of my classmates has a running countdown until we graduate, and we’re officially less than 100 days. While it still seems a long time away, I know that countdown is going to whittle away faster than I’d like to imagine. So, for now, I’ve got the big things squared away. I’m working on the details between now and then, and I’m taking each day one at a time.