I got in...

[stormfairy]

I've been accepted to the medical study program exactly where I wanted in Sweden. So I'm on my way to becoming a doctor. The move is planned, I've told my boss I need to quit my job, told my house owner and roomies that I'll be moving out. I have a new place ready to move into and... there are two clouds on the horizon. Make that three, though the

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[dr_brat]

If you have to give you your dog for it, you should damn fucking well be happier, yes. You should be over the moon, or it's not worth it.

[stormfairy]

I feel like I'm settling for second best. I'm not ecstatic. I'm mostly numb.

I keep thinking I have to do something, something worth while, something I can be proud of. And biology/medicine is my field, no mistake there. But I suppose "I can't think of anything else" is a lousy reason to become a doctor, isn't it

[stormfairy]

...but after reading your journal I find that my little unhappinesses are rather childish.

[dr_brat]

It's not a contest. Your unhappiness is important to you because it is yours. If I compare mine to that of people in any number of African or Asian countries, it becomes insignificant as well. I have a house, an income, a job I love, friends who take good care of me (speaking of which, I need to post more about the aftermath...). Anyway, my point is that I don't think that your feelings are childish at all - you're making very important changes and that is stressful. I'm glad you breeder might be able to take your fuzzface for you.

I can't imagine being without a dog. In fact, I have a new little one in the house: Cash's 12 week old nephew, whom I call Lark.