I'm finally submitting my ERAS application. It took me long enough. I'm applying to an obscene number of programs, especially since I'm very much leaning towards staying right where I am. It was funny today. I had two different attendings tell me that they didn't even need to see my app. One attending asked when I was interviewing. I told him that I hadn't even submitted my application yet. He kind of laughed and said for me, it wasn't necessary.
I would like to stay here for residency. There are all sorts of reasons I shouldn't stay here. It's always a good idea to train at a different location so that you can see a variety of conditions and managements. It'd be nice to go to a program where I can get a nice fellowship and a good faculty position. It'd be nice to work at an institution that runs more efficiently. But what it boils down to for me is that if I stay here, I know it's going to be another 3 years where my romantic future will go bbbpllbffplt.
I'd like to believe that it wouldn't make a difference where I am. I'd like to believe in fate and destiny and finding that perfect person for you. Except I know that fate and destiny and all that stuff is bullshit. I know that if I plan on procreating, I have to go to the East or West Coast. But I can't stand the idea. I can't stand the thought that my ability to attract another human being is entirely dependent on geography.
You know, it's amazing just how low you can set your sights in life. I used to think that what I wanted was someone who was perfect for me, who could understand me, who loved me, who I could share my life with. At this point in my life, my romantic aspirations total to this: I'm looking for a girl who will let me feel her up occasionally.