When little natural light exists
Street lights bounce off wet pavement
I write after sleep
before the day begins.
This urban setting
Is not my sanctuary;
It is a challenge to my imagination
To dream of the outdoors spaces I love.
We will get to the title of this post in a minute.
“Open up and keep on climbing”
good morning good morning
Well, gentle-ladies and gentle-men, the decision has been made. I matched yesterday into the field of my choice! Ophthalmology. I submitted a list of the programs I interviewed at ranking them from top to bottom, and a computer matched me with Eastern Virginia Medical School in Norfolk, Virginia!
That being said… Like many of you, I assume, it is really hard for me to come up with an all-time favorite place. This is partly because I am quite indecisive, and secondly, I am very nostalgic. I really feel the memories attached some of my favorite places. In fact, I think I enjoy the thought of where/who I was at the time in life while at those places. When I was 19, my best friend and I drove from Minnesota to Wyoming and Montana to backpack, and I found some beautiful streams and caught a few brookies on our way up to Cloud Peak. I don’t have any pictures of it. But I love the memory most because of what we were doing at the time. We were kids with a summer off, no responsibilities, and had the wilderness to ourselves. I’ve had similar experiences in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area or while I lived in Scotland for a few months.
I just spent about 45 minutes flipping through it at watching the videos. They also have all of their past issues archived.