It’s that time again in Michigan. That time, about mid-way through the summer, when it becomes glaringly apparent why I moved here (besides that thing about residency). You can pick ALL the things yourself.
Do you know anybody in Ann Arbor, Michigan?
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…)
It’s winter in Dallas finally. We had some sleet and frozen rain fall from the sky and schools closed for 2 days. I went to work on the second of the 2 “snow days,” and there was so little traffic that I wish EVERY day was a fake snow day for the rest of the city. (more…)
What’s funny is that everyday for the past month I’ve said, “Yeah but TODAY I’m gonna write a blog post.” And then everyday there’s all the studying, and the working out, and the errands, and the Bachelor…and then it’s bedtime.
And now here we are. In February. I can count on NO hands the number of posts I’ve written since December. Because it’s zero. And because I’m the worst. (more…)
I moved. My friend Cathy (not to be confused with Kate, whom I do not live with despite spending most Monday nights in front of her television) and I moved into a 2 bedroom because did you know that’s cheaper than paying for rent all by yourself? I only took health care economics in college, and we didn’t learn that. (Also don’t ask me any questions about health care economics, because I don’t know the answer.) (more…)
I had a major revelation a few days ago. Like, this stuff should be sewn on pillows, painted on posters, written in cards. I figured out what true love is.
Whaaaaaat. That sounds so deep. It’s not deep, I promise. There’s all these poems that try to say what love is, lots of songs, probs some drawings or collages or whatever. On the Bachelorette (yes, actually), they say things like, “Love is like these clouds and this is the greatest day of my life.” Or “Love is like this race car and I’m on a rollercoaster of emotions (?)” “Love is like this rug, soft and multicolored and kind of stripe-y.”
Stuff like that. (more…)
Goodbye Starbucks in West Village (and hello Gold Card).
Goodbye lady who wrote “Honey” on my iced coffee cup instead of “Hannah.”
Goodbye low-talking barista who has to say everything 3 times…to everyone…followed by, “Sorry, I know I talk softly.” THEN TALK LOUDER.