Friday, April 24, 2015

Well, I'm back.






































Hello Everyone (or anyone- Peter? Dad?)!

Not to worry, my absence was simply one of bad (horrible) timing. Between Orthodox Christian Easter (Christ is Risen!), parading around Florida with my English in-laws, and attempting to complete about twenty written assignments in one week, I got a bit overwhelmed and sort of decided I'd rather read the blogs of others for a few weeks than share my own thoughts. I guess my FOMO extends to blog-reading, because I just couldn't let myself miss a single post from my favorite London expat, inspiring single Mom-slash-maker, or New York Momma.  Priorities, man.

The past few weeks have been a beautiful, wild, emotional whirlwind. Peter carried the epitaphio around our church for the first time this year, I cried; I found out people very near and dear to me weren't coming to wedding, I cried; rang in Christ's resurrection with the whole family, cried some more. Other than that, we've been trying to keep up with packing and moving and organizing the wedding, and in spite of all the stress, there's a great deal of excitement about it all. In a few short weeks I will be a physician, and married to my best friend. We've already decided to visit a new country every year, and I've found myself with a renewed passion in my profession through this incredible documentary and some serious, late-night talks with Peter about actually doing it- taking the leap and applying to work for Doctors Without Borders after residency. I really won the lottery with that guy- he's supported me all through medical school, and when he has every right to have misgivings about such a long time away, he doesn't. It's been an arduous, challenging, sometimes painful journey to get where I am, and I'm humbled and thankful to have had his support.

In other news, it's apparently Fashion Revolution Day, and while it might sound a bit gimicky, I'm grateful the Bangladesh Factory Collapse hasn't completely fallen into obscurity. I'm not quite sure why US media didn't seem to care about this event 2 years ago; perhaps it was the nearby Boston Bombings that took American lives, or perhaps it was that it's hard to take a look in the mirror and realize that we are part of the problem (I'm wearing a diamond ring and Old Navy pjs as I type this.) Nevertheless I'm thankful that the industry is attempting to hold itself and consumers more accountable. It's a baby step, but it's better than silence. Does anyone have any ethically made clothing sites or brands to recommend? I'm still hooked on The Reformation, but I'm sure there's tons more out there waiting to be discovered.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Holy Monday

In lieu of a music video, here's the link to our church's livestream. If you're Orthodox, Christian, or just curious, you can see how our church prepares for the resurrection of our Lord, God and Savior, Jesus Christ.

For those who celebrated Easter yesterday, Happy Easter!

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Monday, March 30, 2015

Match Madness


So somehow, over a week has gone by and I still haven't written out how Match Day went- whoops! I'm guessing since most people don't go through this process, there might be some scratching of heads going on- isn't this just that thing they do when they sign athletes to professional or college teams (no really, isn't that a thing?) While that's probably also true, for thousands of medical students Match Day is actually the day we learn where we will train for the next three years. During the fourth year of medical school you apply and interview at hospitals with programs for your specialty of choice (mine was pediatrics.) But instead of receiving job offers during this time, you rank your programs from favorite to least favorite, they rank you, and an insanely complicated computer algorithm spits out your "match-" which is revealed with due pomp and publicity on Match Day. 

Every school does Match Day a bit differently, but generally you are allowed to open your envelope in private (Thank God!) before taking your turn reading it in front of your classmates. Everyone's rank list is different, too- mine was not only based on my wants and needs for a program (a strong mid-sized program in a stand-alone hospital for kids, ideally with some Global Health opportunities and some nice perks) and Peter's job opportunities (a larger city is more ideal for him.) For this reason, my top 5 were ALL over the place- Salt Lake City, New York City, Norfolk, Richmond and Charleston were all up there, as were Gainesville and Burlington. Most people in pediatrics get their top 3, but since I had some weaknesses I'd been told there was a good chance I'd drop farther on my rank order list. I was incredibly nervous so I was really thankful that Peter, my whole family and even my sweet Goddaughter showed up to provide moral (and comedic) support :)


We got to the auditorium mid-morning. Our deans had decked it out with superhero masks and other cute themed decor to ease the anxiety of the day. Our dean even dressed up as Thor, which was both dorky and endearing. Once we found our seats I put off even picking up my envelope (which can't be opened until the dean gives the signal) by chatting nervously with some of my closest friends, C and N. It worked well until my faculty adviser danced up to us mischieviously and informed us in a sing-song, teasing voice that she knew where we were going. My heart fluttered into my throat and I think we all kind of realized there was no more putting it off, so we grabbed our envelopes and rushed to our seats. 

From that point everything was sort of a blur. Our school produced these presumably hilarious films about our deans and faculty producing a superhero film with disastrous results. I'm sure it was funny but seeing as I was having a massive surge of cortisol I didn't really pick up on that. Our dean then showed up on the stage in all his nerdy glory, said a few words that I again, can't remember. The funny thing is he whispered "open your envelopes" so softly/I was such a wreck that I had a two second delay before realizing the suddenly hushed rustling going on around me was my classmates finding out where they were going (!) 

With trembling hands I opened the envelope. It's funny; first off, although I had been telling myself I wouldn't get my top choice, I was still praying hopelessly that I would get it. Secondly, I had simultaneously been preparing to get my last choice, rather than something in the middle. So when I read my envelope I sort of lost it and shed some really happy tears. I had gotten my second choice. 

The rest of the ceremony was again, a blur. I awkwardly read my envelope on stage with Peter (in true Georgia fashion I almost ran into him, and he then proceeded to walk in between my and my regional dean as he tried to give me a hug on stage,) then spent the rest of the afternoon hugging friends, congratulating classmates and eventually wandering back to my sister's apartment to regroup. Thank God, all of my closest friends matched in great programs, and we had an incredible evening celebrating together. 

My Mom's smile here- precious.


So that's the story of Match Day. Peter and I will be able to live together next year. I will become a pediatrician. And we are both beyond grateful that we'll be able to spend the first years of our marriage together, not apart. 

Thanks for following along! Hope you are all having a wonderful week (:






Monday

Happy Monday, People!

Since Match, we've been very busy over here- between planning the move to New York, the wedding, and working on my last set of assignments (ever!!), blogging has obviously taken the back burner. My bad! Since Pascha is right around the corner we'll be listening to a lot more Orthodox music and chanting while dreaming of the day we can eat breakfasts like this one again (looks divine, doesn't it??) In the meantime, here's what we've been into lately...




  • Why Our Generation Seems to be So Unhappy
  • Peter and I went to an Eric Church concert in Tallahassee last week, mostly to see these guys. But I was pretty impressed with how heavy his music really is. There's more to Eric Church than Springsteen, apparently, :)
  • I don't know why, but every time I see this I can't stop laughing. Weird much? Ok. Moving on.
  • Saw this matching set a year ago and was too slow/tight-budgeted to nab it. I've been looking for something similar to wear on Crete this summer ever since without much luck. Any tips?
  • New life goal: get a Masters from this incredible school. Somewhere in between finishing residency, practicing clinically and having kids. Over-reaching? Probably. But you never know till you try, right?




Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Monday

Just realized I went through an ENTIRE Monday without posting a song! Well, (a), my bad, and (b): here you go:


Sunday, March 22, 2015

We're Moving...


From sunny Florida to NEW YORK!

We are currently off Thanking God and planning our next move, but I promise to post about the day of when I get the chance (: 

Much Love,



Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The End and the Beginning

somewhere in New Mexico, 2011 

It's hard to explain how I feel right now. There's so many changes happening at once that I can't really process them all, which is sort of a good thing. If I really had all my faculties intact, I'd be panicking about where we're going to be moving after the Match on Friday. But Peter moves to Florida tomorrow, and after a 4 year cross-continent/cross country relationship, all I can feel is happiness, anticipation and contentment about this change in our life. Change for the better. Our favorite song used to be The Waiting, by Tom Petty. It always felt like we were waiting around for our life together to really get started. Well now it's happening and I find myself part thrilled, part in shock and part too distracted by the match and our upcoming wedding to notice!

Peter and I have traveled through two continents, four countries and seventeen U.S. states. I wouldn't trade any of our adventures together for the world. But I am beyond thrilled that this long time apart is coming to an end. Love you, babe. Can't wait for this new adventure with you.