I wanted to share this before I receive a final decision from my one WL in about two weeks, because I think it’s a testimony for “Everything happens for a reason.”

I met the love of my life about three years ago while I was on a trip to New York. I’m from California, he’s from Nevada. I was on this trip with my best friend and her family (who happens to be his cousin), and we all had so much fun running around Manhattan, taking the subway at 3am, splitting a late night gyro.

He and I started dating about a year later (after my best friend kept trying to set us up hahaha). We reconnected because he was visiting California, and he confessed that he’s had a crush on me since NY. At the time, I had been preparing to apply to med school — I was studying for the MCAT, my school list was finalized, and a rough draft of my PS was in the works. I was so honest with him that this was my dream and I was open to going pretty much anywhere for school, and he reassured me that he was committed to making things work, even with long distance or moving wherever I was. We fell in love! He was (and continues to be) one of my biggest support systems throughout the application cycle.

I applied somewhat broadly, with a subconscious hope to stay on the west coast to be close to family. By December, I honestly was prepared to reapply but I got the email on 12/30 at 6pm that I received my first (and only) interview invite!! Guess where it was? In the city where my boyfriend lives.

Though I’m waiting for the decision still (and I know that there’s a very real possibility that I won’t get in), getting that II truly felt surreal, like everything was falling into place. This whole process has been inexplicable, isolating, anxiety-inducing, every other scary word I could think of lol but at the same time, I think so many other things blossomed through my pursuit in becoming a doctor. The universe must be watching over me and making sure I end up where I’m supposed to be. I can’t help but wonder if I met the loml at the exact right time in my life when I might be moving to a city I’ve never lived in, but he’ll be there to make it feel like home. And even if I don’t get in this cycle, I am still thankful that it brought me him and I feel even more motivated for the next one.

Anyways, I think I’m just trying to find the positives in this cycle. I hope all you future doctors continue to be proud of yourselves and find a little bit of joy in the every day because we’ve made it this far <3