thanks for the memories.

I never imagined not inheriting the cabin. I guess I should have had a better imagination.

I don't do this often enough

The point is, you get up in the morning at the beginning of the quarter (every quarter) and you can't imagine going to all the lectures and learning all things you need to know the pass the midterm and the final.You really can't imagine even surviving (dramatization) to the final. Then, all of a sudden, there you are- the week before the final. It crept up slowly and then quickly and your mind and body are still intact (for the most part) and your spirit is no worse for wear (haha). It is those moments when you think, I can do this. I can be a doctor (of animals), I can fix everything I need to fix. It is in those small moments when you even think "I can specialize. I can do an internship and residency. I can become a radiologist."

These small glimpses of hope in the doom and gloom forecast of veterinary school make me really grateful for the amazing support system I have. Even though Matt isn't legally my spouse, I really see no difference. From where I stand everyday, I have a great "husband" who cares immensely about me and my future and the goals I have for myself, and no legal doctrine would make this more true.

I know that no matter what I choose to do, I will be supported. I know that my internship year will be awful (if I do an internship) but I will be loved all the same. I know that I will get drunk at bars and be too hungover to get out of bed and he will still respect me. I could fail a thousand times (and probably will) in practice and he will still believe in me. I could be sick or healthy, in formal wear or sweatpants, ordering a pizza or preparing boeuf bourguignon, and he will appreciate me.

 At the end of the day, the water is just too choppy to handle it alone and you need to appreciate your lighthouse.