New Energy

Let me preface this blog post by saying the mantou is one of my favourite foods in the entire world. People often criticize it as being tasteless or dry. I find it to be one of, if not the most delicious carbs in the world. Perhaps only superseded by a freshly baked loaf of bread, it has a slightly sweet taste and is simultaneously dense and fluffy. It is also exorbitantly cheap in China. Like 0.1c. I would go back there just for the mantou. They also have a huge variety of steamed buns that I want to bury my face in.

With the preface out of the way (I call it a preface even though it has nothing to do with the rest of this blog post), I want to tell you all that I am imbibed with a new energy. I feel like I'm back in year 12 again and faced with this great expanse ahead of me. I want to throw myself back into my medical studies with no intention of becoming a doctor. Ever.

I want to work in the WHO in Geneva in an office and help save the world, one .pdf at a time. Then, after work, I'll go bike riding through the footpaths and trails of Switzerland, savouring the sweet taste of freedom on my tongue. On long weekends and public holidays, my dog, Jeremiah, and I will go on long road trips. We will explore all that Europe has to offer and find hidden castles, not seen since the Ancient times. Villa San Lorenzo Junaberry, it will be named.

Maybe it hurts now but I'm not unsure about one thing anymore. And that's that I never want to be a doctor. Maybe I never wanted to be a doctor. That's a level of surety that I haven't felt in a while. It feels good to say it.

I'll see you on the Swiss Alps, friends.

J