|Boston Public Gardens, MA.|
I know that sounds overdramatic, but what the hell - I left my job, my friends, my family, and potentially my career, with many, many months of uncertainty and put all my eggs in the American basket on my own. But hey, I did it - and it's been a blast. I left my little island in exchange for this massive one, and created a life from scratch whilst learning to do a new job. It was most certainly not always easy - perhaps the easiest way to describe it is that despite leaving home nearly a decade ago, having embraced backpacking at every turn and working as a doctor for two years, this is the first time I feel anything vaguely resembling An Adult (emphasis on the 'vaguely'). Living abroad means having no back-up plan when it turns out you're going to be homeless, when your bank card gets defrauded and you suddenly have no money because everything has been blocked, and dealing with every single personal and professional disaster on your own. I have FAR from done it all correctly and perfectly but in many ways I feel ruined for life, because I think unless you've lived abroad, it's a complex bunch of emotions that are hard to explain (and I worry that makes me sound a bit of a travel snob). Why should a junior doctor take a gap year, especially one that doesn't involve doing any clinical work? Living abroad makes you resourceful and self sufficient, because you have to be, and extremely humble to your own fallibility. And I made Gary, and who knows, maybe one day I'll prescribe a drug that Gary helped to identify! I think those are enough good reasons to do it (re. fallibility as per the famous report) although there are many more yet to reach the 'conscious' layers of my brain! Of course I was never really 'alone' - I am ever grateful to some key people who have been Extremely Important along the way.
|Solitude - the lot of the emigre!|
|Three cubed on the|
High Line, NYC
|From Toon to Tamil Nadu and now to NYC!|
Dr P and Dr P.
And with that, I'm off to spend my final days with my best guy, Gary the Clone, whilst continuing the stream of goodbyes and pack my bags for my final American adventures, this time on my own. Normally the most sociable bee you can imagine, I actually can't wait for some quality time on my tod. Mountain of books - check. Paints (<100ml for the flights!) - check. Journal - check. Crazy trousers - check. Blog pals, I'll be back: “The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.” Dreadful? Not dreadful. But they do take time!