Ain't No Mountain High Enough

During medical school, my friends and I became a family. There was about 15 of us all in all--all American students, studying abroad. We were apart from our own families, so we slowly began to rely on each other for the little things.

Since we've recently graduated, we have spread apart. And now this new family that we created has been spread apart. I'm in West Virginia of course, but others are in Florida, South Carolina, Indiana, California, Tennessee, New York, New Jersey, and Arizona. We've gone our separate ways.

It's funny how you grow to depend on people. Take for instance my friend Mulan (I wrote about her before--she makes me watch Lifetime Television for Women). I was so dependent on her in medical school for everything from organize my notes to helping me out for dinner. We were on the phone last night and she asked me what I had for dinner. I told her that I had a bowl of instant rice pilaf. I was happy--she was perturbed that I was not "eating correctly". What is correct eating?

She told me that she was going to come down and make sure that I was eating three decent meals a day. Wouldn't that be cool, having a "wife" without having the commitment? I wonder if casual sex could be a part of this set-up.

Anyway, the small family that we've created have kept in touch thanks to Cingular, no roaming and free cell to cell. We still all depend emotionally on one another and talk just as much, if not more than when we all were in class. It's nice to know that one can create a family wherever they go. A house is not a home. A home is the people who occupy it.

That was cheesy. I'm going to stop before it clogs the arteries.