Today I turned 22. For some reason 22 seems so old.... like I have crossed to the "other" side. After your 21st birthday, it seems as if there is no more excitements for birthdays. Instead, we begin to dread birthdays and dread the stigma attached to each additional number. I have always been the baby. I'm the youngest in my family. The youngest to graduate from high school and college. They even had to add a new year to my master's degree program application so I could apply. Now, I don't feel like the baby anymore... even when I am usually still much younger than those around me. I guess a mortage and car payment has a way of making you feel old. These feelings were nothing some birthday cheesecake couldn't solve... which I had far too much of. With all that said, I had a wonderful day. Johnny was home for most of the day, and I heard from old friends that I haven't talked to in quite some time. I was overwhelmed by the outflow of love and birthday wishes from family and friends. To top it all off, it was Easter! In all my 22 years, my birthday has never fallen on Easter. This "double holiday" gave me a pretty good excuse to stay away from anatomy today.
While I don't know if anyone will take the time to keep up with my blog, I want to document my journey through life, love, and medical school. This is my exploration of my southern remedies for life.
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