My dad asked me today if I was going to be busy in the summer. I replied in a somewhat mechanical manner, providing a long, detailed explanation that I was going to be extremely busy filling out medical school applications until who knows when.
He said, "Okay, okay. I was just asking because I think you need a vacation."
Even my dad thinks I'm tightly wound. I thought for a while and said, "I can't think of anywhere that I'd want to go." Which isn't really true at all. I can think of at least a dozen places that I'd want to go. I haven't taken a break from school in three years now.
In fact, in my most wearisome moments, I click on Groupon Getaways and imagine myself in faraway places. Strolling colorful vendor-lined streets. Visiting monuments and sites rich with history. Dining in exotic places. Traipsing through jungles and savannahs and plains. Dancing in a moonlit courtyard. Relaxing under an umbrella by a pristine beach.
Who knows when.
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