Warp Speed Poem by anais vionet

Holidays go by quickly, as if they don't want to hang around. My life seems to be happening at warp speed.

Lisa and I start our two-month summer fellowships tomorrow. It's hard to believe it's actually happening. Like most things in my life, this fellowship started as an obligation to my mom - shrouded in vague, emotional shadows - to perform the impossible.

I'd like to become a doctor but it's no milk run. And while ambition is powerful, it isn't magic. Yale has advisors to guide us but my mom, who has one Dr. daughter already and a son in med school believes her every suggestion is sacrosanct. She's usually right, but still (shrug) , I'm here.

My mom did have one good idea - going to France over vacation. Peter got to meet my Grandmère and I got to visit with some of my cousins - those spoiled-rotten, monied members of "the fancy" - who have no ambitions, no goals and no self-worth other than their momentary possessions. By the time Peter and I left, I was itching to get back to work.

You only get one chance at life and if you're lucky you're good at something. Think of all the people who were born in the desert - who would have been the greatest swimmers or skiers ever - but never had the chance to try. I'm chanell.

Lisa and I are at my sister Annick's 10th floor,4-bedroom apartment, in Boston. I don't think she stays here anymore. She's engaged, and my bet is that she's living at his place. At first, she pretended that wasn't true, that she was just thinking of staying there while Lisa and I we're here.

Ok, I thought to myself, but why is everything in the fridge brand new?
"Where's your cat? " I asked, like a detective reeling in a crook.
"Ok, " Annick admitted, "you exposed my dishonesty, " she said with a laugh.

Lisa and I'll have this apartment to ourselves for two months. It's a feeling that's joyful, selfish and marvelous. We can see the hospital where Lisa and I will be working from Annick's balcony - it's that close. Annick bought this place because she's a doctor in residence there.

I got in from Paris yesterday. I'm jet lagged and toey about tomorrow. I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight. Even though I'm making a great display of calm, idle boredom, Annick knows better.
"Are you guys nervous? " She asked.
Lisa immediately declared "Hells, yes! "
I was thinking of holding strong, but after a second, I mumbled "Yeah."

I'm really hoping I'll be good at this fellowship business.
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slang…
the fancy = the very idle rich
chanell = lucky
toey = nervous, edgy