I decided to attend university. Besides, my close and distant relations were all high achievers and therefore had high expectations of me. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and I didn’t want to settle for a job flipping burgers for a minimum wage until retirement. My Father was an unhappy, ruthless capitalist, ignoring all ethical boundaries in order to make his wallet as fat as possible, and to make sure my family and I had all the luxuries we wanted while growing up. As much as I didn’t want to become like him, I understood the value of money. But unlike him, I also knew the importance of a rich life in other areas – friends, purpose, direction and fulfilment.
I had always had an interest in people and health, so I enrolled in medical school and tacked on some elective psychology papers. I moved into an apartment down the street from the medical school and began the countdown to the first day of semester.
As I jumped out of bed on the first day, I was excited about the challenge ahead of me. I knew med school was competitive and was ready to kick some nerds’ butt... Only, by the end of the day, my enthusiasm had dwindled somewhat severely. It was apparent to me early on that the lifestyle of a city campus was very dispersed. I had desperately searched the lecture theatre and later the grounds for anyone I might know, without luck. To make things worse I had to pay through the teeth for huge 1500 page text books. I decided to go home and get started on some readings – start as I mean to go on was my plan for success.
The next day I felt refreshed. I realised I had many years of this ahead of me and in that time I would make good friends, besides, I had only spent one day at this place anyway. I walked into the Biomed Sci lecture rather late and saw a spot on the back row in the corner of the theatre. I jogged up the stairs, slid onto the chair and began taking my books out of my bag.
‘Hello Kane,’ said a vaguely familiar voice. I turned to see Natalie smiling at me. Our eyes meet and there was that same, instant attraction we had always felt.
She was a great looking girl. She was 5’7”, had straight blonde hair that fell to halfway down her back, olive skin and bright blue eyes. She had long legs that lead up to a perfectly formed, round butt. She was wearing a low cut white tank top that day which exposed the cleavage of her c-cup breasts.
‘Wow, hey Natalie, long time no see’ I replied, caught off guard. I felt stupid, we had never said that many words to each other ever before, except through our eyes of course.
‘Sure is. I am so glad to see you here,’ she said grinning at me.
My heart jumped. ‘Likewise, I was wondering if I would see anyone I knew,’ smiling back.
The lecture was three hours with a small break halfway through. We left the theatre and went to get a drink from the cafeteria. We chatted together like we were best of friends, and had been for years. We talked about school, about our decision to come to med school and what we wanted to do when we were older. At the end of the lecture we exchanged contact details and compared timetables and discovered we were in 4 of 5 lectures together.
The next few weeks were amazing. Natalie and I became very close in that time and had a very strong mutual respect for one another. We would organise to meet and have lunch or dinner then walk to the library or one of our rooms to prepare for upcoming examinations and anything else we were struggling with. Although most of the time we would talk about pointless things, laughing and joking, solving the problems of the world.
We both had to eventually got jobs. She worked a few hours a week in a cafe as a waitress; I worked in a bar on the weekend and some weeknights. We saw less and less of each other, and grew tired of the daily grind. Working at the bar and getting up only hours later to stumble, with bloodshot panda eyes, into a lecture was taking its toll. Being around the throngs of people, endlessly, purposefully going about their tasks without a thought for the more simple things in life was becoming tedious. It was time to escape for a while. Of course we talked about this in lectures, and on the last lecture before mid-semester break we decided we would get in my car and drive, not caring where we end up.
That night I told the boss I wouldn’t be in for a few days, Natalie had agreed to do the same. Saturday morning while the sun began to show over the horizon, I threw some clothes in a bag, grabbed my two person tent, got in my car and drove to Natalie’s place. She was already waiting in the cool morning air as I pulled up. She had her hair hanging loose and wore a bright dress with a cardigan over the top. We said nothing as she smiled and threw her bags in the car and we headed north, the sun rising into the sky to our right. We drove all day, stopping at shops to eat ice cream and beaches to stretch our legs and wade in the cool water.
We pulled in at a quite camping ground after driving all day. Seeing no other campers around, we put up the tent and inflate and air mattress, then walked through a small gathering of trees to look over the white sand beach, the sun setting over the shimmering water. We lay on the grass, side-by-side watching the vivid blues and oranges deepen as the sun continued its journey, leaving us behind for the day. We hold hands, our fingers interlocked, and talk about what it would be like to leave everything behind, forget the material things and our perceived duties to ourselves and others and follow the sun around the world. To discover nature in its whole, to understand how small and insignificant we are as humans in the universe. To realise how precious life is and how every moment must be embraced as if it were the last.
The moon now rises high up into the sky, the stars twinkling behind it as it casts a serene white/blue light over water. I turn to Natalie as she turns to me.
‘I’m glad we meet each other finally,’ she whispers, her eyes flickering in the dark moonlight.