I cannot believe its April.
2 days ago, it was March. And snowing. But today its April, and the sun is shinning against the bright blue sky.
Its April and I am 1 month away from the streets of Paris.
Its April and I am 2 months away from being a PGY-3.
Its April in the 2nd year of my residency and I have yet to decide what I want to be when I grow up.
Its April and I am 14 months away from graduating and having to face the reality of being jobless.
Its April and I’m surprised I did not quit in January.
Its April, and I’m surprised I’m still here. Still working. And not jobless from having quit in a moment of reckless impulse.
Its April and I have yet to get started on my taxes.