I love medical school. I could type that sentence a million more times. I love not only the school I go to, but everything about the field itself. The ever-changing evolution of it, the never-ending details that can be followed down rabbit holes for days, the simplicity of looking at a body and understanding the inner gears and levers that allow it to function.
I love where I live.
I love bursting with fulfillment and excitement and curiosity every morning.
I love meeting someone new every single day.
I love the exhausted feeling after a 12 hour day of studying as I sit back in my chair and gaze at my page full of notes, all transplanted and organized carefully inside my skull.
I love the endless possibility and brightness of my future.
I love this life.