Day 29 Selling myself

It seems like applying to residency is one big game of selling myself for all I'm worth. 'Step right up, ladies and gentleman. See this brand new product; fresh out of medical school. Able to see patients, take histories, and comes with bonus sense of wry humor. On special right now for only one residency spot at your school!'

Prompt 1: You can keep only one memory from your entire life. What will it be?

On the eve of Halloween, and on the brink of clerkship. A hastily cleaned apartment, every pot in the kitchen bubbling and the tables set with assorted snacks and drinks.

One friend after another trickles in, greetings with flurries of hugs and jokes. All sprawled out on the couches and chairs, a custom cocktail in hand and food in the other. The general din of chatter; the room bathed in warm lights. Scents of melted cheese and browning meat floating over the whole scene.

An apron around my waist, spatula in my hand. The oven heating the kitchen behind me. The boyfriend: one arm wrapped around my shoulders. Whispering in my ear. 

The kind of scene a silly little girl dreams of. Of wearing pearls and serving wine. Domestic bliss and still the excitement of playing 'house'. 

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Okay it's short today. I'm short on imagination and short on sleep.