Thoroughly enjoyed my first weekend at the BOMB aptly located in BRIGHTon, Mass. We had our first guest over on Friday night, and made deliciously rich macadamia nut-encrusted mahi-mahi and steamed broccoli and had little dessert cookies from Trader Joe's. I made the most perfect eggs this morning; glossy, runny yolks firmly ensconced in an amoeba-shaped bed of soft, light whites. With a dash of sea salt and ground pepper. Served on wheat toast with butter.
Spent a large portion of the weekend at the office rewriting my personal statement, which actually consists of 90% contemplating, 9% wordsmithing, and 1% writing. I sent the old one to someone on Thursday, who happened to be online by chance, and lo-and-behold her advice was so absolutely right-on that I decided to scratch the whole thing and start over. There was something about the old one that just didn't seem right to me, and now that I have a new frame everything makes so much more sense. I saw reasons and consequences behind my actions in the past few years that I had not noticed before. I always thought my decision to go to medical school was just something I stumbled upon, a default career path by process of elimination. In some ways, it still is. There will always be this partly intuitive aspect to it, like I knew this is what I would do just as you know when you feel a connection to someone or something. And the problem was that I was trying to explain the why, and that was like writing an essay on why we love; we can't explain it, we just do. Now I have shifted to explain the how and what, and I'm noticing themes that thread together my experiences, academics, internships in a way that is almost freakishly tidy. Things make sense, what can I say.
I spent a grand total of $19 this weekend. $8 at Goodwill on some trinkets and a $4 stainless steel pot, and $11 on art supplies for custom art for the apartment. Irene is working with finger paint, sponge rollers, and gessoed canvas, and I am working with foam board + markers. So far I have a pencil sketch of a grotesquely proportionally distorted aerial view of downtown Boston. Drawing reminds me of the good old days in high school when I would be up late at night with only my thoughts, my art, and the New Pornographers. After I finish this project I will start on making a drawing for the game "pin the tail on the exotic animal" for our upcoming jungle-themed housewarming party.
