Cold feet

Tomorrow is the last day of the month. Between then and the first day: I sat my finals, passed them and qualified as a doctor, took a small trip abroad, drank myself into a mini-oblivion and now I’m quietly contemplating the next small step of the big move.

Because of all this, I am not sleeping and I am stubbornly refusing to contemplate what I’m actually going to do in New Zealand. If anyone asks any questions I quickly change the subject, but I don’t think immigration will accept the excuses I am layering upon myself.

Gearing up towards graduation is my last excuse. After that, planning. Srsly.

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