short breaks

Hello loved ones,
I'm so very happy to announce I have booked my flight home. I will reach KL on the 20th of October, and as usual I only have a net of nine days to spend. Yes. Nine.

I was excited at first when I was told the booking has been confirmed, but as I was walking home in the rain I started thinking - is that all I'm ever going to get? Only nine or ten days each time I go home? It is a sad thought, and I feel like I'm drifting away more and more as the years go by.

It is such a dread, adulthood.
Don't you think so?

I've told my colleagues again and again - I don't want to continue working in the hospital. I'm gonna settle to be a housewife, or maybe open my own practice at the very best. I don't care if it's a waste of five years of struggling in medical school, or if some people think it's a waste of wisdom or knowledge. I just don't have the energy or will to put my patients' needs before mine. I hope it's not as selfish as it sounds.

To my working friends, hats off to you for having such strong willpower to wake up every morning and doing the same routine every day.
Maybe it sounds silly, but I think we need to praise ourselves once in a while.
I'm proud of you :)