one week left of my clerkship and i'm filing my application for a restricted licence to practice midwifery in saskatchewan.
still can't believe that i am really moving back to the province, but at every turn, the decision is reinforced that it is the right one.
i feel at home.
meeting people in clinic that i went to school with 20 years ago, and i get to be their midwife! couldn't ask for anything more.
working in a healthcare system that i wish everyone had access to, working to help develop midwifery here, working to create a model for implementing midwifery and birth back into small rural communities. this all feels right.
so i'm making my application and i've taken a job. i've found a place to live and i start in three weeks.
in three weeks?
is this real?
i'm not announcing where it is publicly until i'm in the building. i don't know. i suppose i'm in such denial that this is my new reality.
i'm afraid that is will burn to ash before i can really touch it. taste it. smell it. live it.
what will be, will be.