One more week.
One more week and I’ll be in a new hospital. I won’t see the people I see for the past 6 years. I will be in a new city. I’ll be living in a new place. I won’t be seeing my family everyday.
That scares me. As much as I don’t like to admit it. It does. When I think that by next week a lot will be different, I can’t help to think that maybe I took granted my clinical years and the people in it.
At least I’ll only be one hour away from Surabaya.
At least I can go home once a week (even more).
The self comforting words self automatically formed inside my head every time I am counting down the days.
I’ll miss my friends. The best people I met and been friends with for the past 6 years. I’ll miss the workflow between me and the people I know. It’s comforting to know that because of the advances of technology I can always contact them, it’s also nice to know the friends that are furthest away from Surabaya will only take 3 hours drive.
The most bitter goodbyes make the best hello agains. The sweetest hellos make the worst goodbyes. That just the way it goes.
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