-or- jumping around the good ol' USA
One of the great things about medicine is the whole educational process. It is singular in the way it works, and is just a joy to be a part of. Really. Trust me. I promise.
To be honest, it is hell. I thought applying to medical school was awful. I was naive. Enter residency. At least with med school you ultimately were the one who chose where to go. But that is another blog altogether.
Looking on the bright side, applying for residency is giving me the opportunity to visit places I never have been to before. That can be pretty cool. Of course, you usually are a little too stressed about the interview, and then too tired from the whole ordeal to really appreciate it. But I like to be positive.
This past weekend, my wife and I visited New England for the first time. It was beautiful. It was also friggin' cold. But beautiful nonetheless. My parents generously decided to fly out to visit us/take care of the children so my wife could go on the interview with me. It turned into our first weekend without children in years. It was great.
But sitting there, Friday night, in a town that just felt completely foreign to me (remember folks, I grew up in the west and have been living in the south for a while) I felt a little overwhelmed. I could wake up on January 23rd, open my email, and suddenly be told I have to move my family to a completely new and unknown place. That sense of not being in control is uncomfortable, at the very least. After a long day of interviewing, many sleepless nights (dang flu!) and just feeling worn out, it was more than uncomfortable. It just sucked.
But my wife helped pull me through it. She is amazing, and I can't imagine going through this without her.
So I will think of it as an adventure. Yeah, adventure. That is what it is.
Right?