Today marks the first day of Husband's "Second Year". It's sort of strange because you come home on June 30th from your last day as an intern and you wake up the next morning to start the next rotation and the next year - no holiday, no break, not even a weekend! Second Year in his program is the most difficult - mostly because of the call schedule (he is on call at the hospital every 4th night) and the fact that you are essentially on your own in the ER.
As we cross into the second year, I am reminded (with help from my friend, Beth) of how lucky we are to have matched in such a wonderful city with such incredibly people. There is tons to do here (when we have time to do it) and we have met some really fantastic friends. We have been honored to share in their weddings, pregnancies, and birthdays. The hours suck, the work is back-breaking, and Husband jokes that he keeps searching for the closet where they have hidden his soul . . . but all that is made a little easier by the fact that we are in a lovely city, with good friends, and only 2 hours from family.
One year down - Four to go!
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