musings from a couch potato

Lauren, Whitney, even Spencer!! The Hills is back with its episode
entitled Paris Changes Everything. My
days of voyeuristic living are back. Towards the end of the show, my favorite Hills person Whitney said that it’s
weird how a few days in
Pariscan change you. But I think that spending time in any foreign land can change
you. So to this I say- its funny how a few days in Ohio changed me! I’ve gone on vacation in
other countries before and the two trips that changed me most were my Contiki
Tour of Europe (my oh my!) and my recent trip
to the States. It’s like I emerged from the cocoon of attending medical school
and reviewing for my MLE’s out into an adventure where I have to be resourceful
because my parents won’t be there to bail me out. I stayed with relatives and
my parents’ friends whom I’ve never met before. I booked Greyhound bus
trips and AA flights to places where I prayed that my pre-booked cabbie would
be there waiting to take me to the hotel. And wherever I was in New York City, I made it a
point to go to St. Patrick’s after every interview to pray for a successful
match. My recent trip changed me because I felt that I put everything into this
goal of becoming an intern and that failure was not an option. Now I feel as if
my life is in suspended animation until June comes. In the meantime, I await the
future that I so wholeheartedly sought.

     One of my favorite blogs is “The Dilbert Blog” by Scott Adams (www.dilbertblog.typepad.com). In one of his entries, he talked about mental age. He felt like his mental age was forty-two even when he was only fifteen.  I’m turning twenty-eight this year. But I believe my mental age is twenty-two (or a tween, according to my sister). I still love watching Nickelodeon and the Disney Channel. My attitude towards romance or finding a partner is that of one in her early twenties with nary a thought about her diminishing viable ova. I still even read young adult fiction. So everytime I see my peers getting married or having kids, it seems surreal to me. I can’t believe my nostalgia for

Beverly Hills

90210 while I still watch out for episodes of Gossip Girl. Maybe the only manifestation that I am in my late twenties is that now, I know that I actually know pretty much nothing.