My dearest Nora, wherever thou mayst roam,
Today, I once more entered the big city hospital to finalise some particulars of my recently-earned position there, and once more, that inexplicable feeling of belonging washed over me. It did not hurt a thing that I was wearing an overcoat, which is of a similar length as the coveted white coat. Swiftly making my way down the hallways, head held high, a smile on my face, and my overcoat bobbing around on my legs, it was easy to imagine myself rushing off to check on a patient, or for some other task.
I. Can. Not. Wait!
May the grace of He keep you always,