I am. I am counting. A week from tomorrow, I'll walk across the stage, and become a DVM, officially. Between now and then, though, there's still five more planes to board, my sister's graduation to attend, and an apartment full of "stuff" to pack up and stuff into a U-Haul in some sort of organized manner.
I've already left Iowa behind in my mind, even though I have three make-up days to complete before I'm done with rotations. A couple days after Easter, I boarded a plane (imagine that) to fly to PA. It's my new home, and the current home of my love interest, MH. Ah, he's more than a love interest. Who am I trying to kid? We're a very much in-love couple, and I'm ready to get out of Iowa. The long-distance thing has worn on us a little. For sure, though, each time he's met me at the airport, it's been all that much sweeter. There will be no more airport good-byes, at least not ones where we are leaving each other for different homes.
So, here I am, waiting for plane #2 to board in Detroit. The taxi driver picked me up at MH's apartment this morning at the ungodly hour of 4:30 a.m. I slept on the first flight, and planned on sleeping on the second. But when the gate agent asked for "a volunteer," I jumped, and exuberantly gave up my seat. I'd much rather fly out a little later if it means a free ticket for summer travel. Even though I'll finally be making a salary soon, that doesn't mean air travel is any less expensive. It just means I can't play the role of "poor student." (But I can be "poor enough veterinarian paying back her student loans.") And free is always a bonus.
Earlier today, I made momentary friends with a woman from PA. Her travels were taking her to her new home in Montana. Along with her today was "Bousa," a domestic short haired cat. I introduced myself as a soon-to-be veterinarian. She then told me that her cat was sedated. I suggested a drug name, and indeed, that was correct. Petting her cat, I wondered if the veterinarian had told her about the side effect of that drug with cats. The third eyelid elevates, and quite honestly, cats on that drug look a little odd. She nearly flipped out, and later said if I wouldn't have explained it to her, she would have thought her cat was having a seizure. Interesting. In any case, I'm glad that I could use that little bit of knowledge to clear things up for some random person.
The airport seems quiet. I'm thinking about wandering soon to find something to eat. After all, Northwest Airlines is paying for whatever tasty vittles I find to enjoy today. Sushi to go and a coffee from Starbucks would make me smile.
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