After dinner, everyone suddenly proposed to go sit at the football field.
Sitting on the football field, enjoying the breeze, actually felt rather comfortable.
We formed a large circle and sat on the artificial turf, smelling the familiar rubber scent, and burst into hearty laughter.
We asked each other what we had been up to in the past years, discussed where we would go tomorrow, and talked about the changes in the last three years.
We griped about how the hospitals didn't treat resident doctors like real doctors.
We complained about how hard jobs were to find.
We bemoaned the profession of medicine for not providing for the elderly or the young, leaving us with nothing during the time in life when money was most needed for marriage.
We joked about the booming pork market and whether we should switch careers sooner.
Upon reaching thirty, we finally had more to consider.
