I don’t either. But I’ll be moving there in June to start my Medicine/Pediatrics residency at University of Michigan! After all that traveling and all those interviews and all that contemplating about lists and ranks and cities and hospitals…4th med students all over the country found out where they’ll be for residency for the next few years. (more…)
Like, HOME home. I know you’ve all been wondering to yourselves, where’s Hannah? (False.) What could she possibly be doing that’s more interesting than the blog? (Not much.)
Despite all rumors to the contrary, I was not in fact traveling the world. (There were no rumors.) I WAS traveling the country. Not on like a cool RV-type old-fashioned style road trip. On planes. And uber rides. And random public transport. And taxis and shuttles and moving sidewalks. (more…)
First, I don’t eat enough bagels. From a health standpoint, I’m sure I eat enough bagels. There’s probably not a daily recommended allowance of bagels, although there should be, and it should be 5. When I got home from the hospital Sunday morning, I stood in front of my fridge for far too long, trying to figure out why I didn’t want to eat anything that was inside (aside from the fact that there’s basically just eggs and string cheese in there). (more…)
I made this cake for my old Roomz and another good friend from law school after they reminded me that it had been a really long time since they had eaten anything “Kate baked.” So, like, maybe I went overboard trying to impress them is what I’m trying to say…
Isn’t it weird how things happen like that, though? You spend three years seeing a person every day and sharing fridge space and borrowing eggs and telling each other to “PLEASE EAT SOME OF THOSE COOKIES SO I DON’T EAT THREE DOZEN BY MYSELF.” And then, one day, you stop doing that. And suddenly, it’s been six months since your old Roomz has eaten anything you’ve baked.
Monday night, I wanted to see my best friend Hannah. So… we just called (who are we kidding? texted) each other and made plans to see each other. She came over, brought The Weatherman, and we all hate-watched The Bachelorette over one-too-many cocktails. (JK. Never too many cocktails).
I tell you what. This whole Living in the Same City as Your Best Friend thing is the best.