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Back to the Frozen Wastelands
Mar. 24th, 2005 11:59 amI love living in the Boston area, I truly do. I love the history of the city, I love having public transportation, I love the fact that there are more colleges per square mile than there are grocery stores. I love having used book stores all over the place, and theatre and arts and free outdoor concerts in the summer, and knowing that my family has a connection to the area that dates back to before the country as we know it existed.
That said, every time I leave in the winter to go to a conference in a warmer area, coming home gets harder. Especially when the city I adore greets me with gushing skies full of sleet and hail instead of the breezy early spring welcome I dreamed of. I'm afraid, right now, that Massachusetts is full of snow. Not full like a box-full; full like Thanksgiving dinner, ate too much turkey and pumpkin pie, going to break the zipper on your jeans, puke if you take another bite-full. And it's still snowing. And I don't think Boston-vomit is going to be pretty, or nice. Please, Powers that Be, no more snow.
Aside from the Ne England welcome home, the conference was amazing. I learned more useful, day-to-day practice applicable pieces of information than I have at any other meeting; the lectures were actively interesting, and the whole experience made me feel a lot better and more enthusiastic about being a veterinarian than I've felt in months, which is a very good thing. I got to catch up with a bunch of friends that I don't see near often enough, and I am generally renewed, ready to face the world, and raring to go commit medicine on the nearest vulnerable fluffy thing.
Life could be worse.
That said, every time I leave in the winter to go to a conference in a warmer area, coming home gets harder. Especially when the city I adore greets me with gushing skies full of sleet and hail instead of the breezy early spring welcome I dreamed of. I'm afraid, right now, that Massachusetts is full of snow. Not full like a box-full; full like Thanksgiving dinner, ate too much turkey and pumpkin pie, going to break the zipper on your jeans, puke if you take another bite-full. And it's still snowing. And I don't think Boston-vomit is going to be pretty, or nice. Please, Powers that Be, no more snow.
Aside from the Ne England welcome home, the conference was amazing. I learned more useful, day-to-day practice applicable pieces of information than I have at any other meeting; the lectures were actively interesting, and the whole experience made me feel a lot better and more enthusiastic about being a veterinarian than I've felt in months, which is a very good thing. I got to catch up with a bunch of friends that I don't see near often enough, and I am generally renewed, ready to face the world, and raring to go commit medicine on the nearest vulnerable fluffy thing.
Life could be worse.
