Space.

If there's one thing I learned from electives; it's entirely un-medical related.

In this fast paced world, and me being in an industry that demands nothing short of the best from each day; all i need i space.

space to think, space to sort out my thoughts, space to relax.

and this space, has been honed to perfection over years, in my very own home. it has made moving out very difficult for me. i hate pretending that i'm ok going home to a dump that feels more like a trash bin than anything.

i can't just treat the place i'm sleeping like a place im sleeping! where i sleep is where i do my daily rituals, to keep my sanity intact. '

and on top of that, even if i don't use it, i need that sense of freedom to live.

why has it all be taken away from me. for nothing, for the stupid mistake of a choice i made to come here.

i just need my space back!

3 weeks has never felt this long