It's now exactly a week to the day I'll be leaving the comfortable clime of Hawaii to the distinct reality that is Armenia. I'm both excited and apprehensive at the unknowns facing me. Most of my thoughts are aimed at the little things that I probably shouldn't really worry about. I'm still deciding as to what specific items of clothing I may need, and which ones I should just leave behind. Further, I'm also concerned about how the visa situation will turn out, as I'm planning on starting my trip with a 90 day traveler visa, followed by either a student visa or a green card. Since I was born in Armenia, it's certainly within the realm of feasibility to obtain a green card. Yet, I don't know how this quasi dual citizenship will reflect as I re-enter the United States.
Considering the small details that concern me, I'll probably come to realize they're baseless, and wonder why I hadn't spent more time reflecting on the more serious consequences of my Armenian adventure.
As the New Year has dawned, I'm looking forward to the open adventure that awaits me, but trying to maintain some semblance of grounded sensibility. It's hard to relate these upcoming experiences with those of other people, as it's such a personal introspective journey. Perhaps on the surface, it may seem similar, the true depth of each person's experience is singular and probably incomparable. It helps to know that others have gone to foreign medical schools and have been able to obtain residency upon their return. Certainly, the younger generation of physicians have a better grasp of these intricacies, as they have many colleagues that have endured the tortuous path to medicine.
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