The movers have taken all of my things and most of the furniture. My classmates have scattered, many towing spouses and small squirmy bits of humanity behind them. I gave up the key to my apartment and home is now mostly wherever Nate is at. What an odd, in-between place.
Now for all the updating; I have graduated. I'm a doctor. I'm not exactly sure what that means, yet, or how I'm supposed to feel about it, because it's still very surreal. At this time next month I will be, most likely, sitting in my new apartment and petrified because I will know that, come morning, I and hundreds of others like me will be unleashed upon the hospitals in a wave of terror that is the July introduction of the new interns. Stay out of the hospitals in the summer--I mean it. You'll probably die. We don't want you to die, but we don't really know what we're doing, and accidents happen. O_o
Oh, and on top of this, I'm wedding planning. Yes, a wedding, one of those affairs with sparkly whitish dresses and fancy cake that nobody really likes, and a set of high heels that I'm already regretting even though I haven't actually purchased them. I'm to the point where I'm seeing my wedding colors everywhere and Pinterest has become more of a plague than a help, but seriously, this guy. This guy. We're figuring out the next several months of long distance and how to merge two lives together, and it isn't easy. At times it's downright frazzling. The joy in the experience, though, is realizing again and again that this is the person you've picked to share the rest of your life with, and "you done good."
In two weeks, I'll be back in the south, carving out my own little place in the Tennessee mountains, catching babies, and sharing hair-raising stories that are going to put Scrubs to shame. There will be laughter, there will most definitely be tears. Stay tuned!
