On Sunday after church at our new (okay, not so new anymore) church and brunch with some newly transplanted (again, not quite so newly) old friends, we went on a field trip to explore a legitimately new-to-us beach. A wonderful way to spend a post-call Sunday.
On the way there, I pointed out to Patrick that one year ago that day, we were packing up to leave the Rock and all the stress and angst that went with it.
That leads us to today… Our official one year anniversary of moving in to our apartment (if you consider our first night when we lived in it, in the dark (silly apartments lacking most light fixtures) and slept on the floor all the while marveling at how big and nice our new place is compared to where we lived before..
It is pretty crazy to look back and realize that I will soon be finishing up my first year of residency and that we have lived in what I still call our new home for a year.
We were laying in bed talking way past my bedtime last night about some changes and feelings around that kind of stuff and I pointed out how melancholy I was about the whole thing. For those of you who know psychiatry I am talking near full blown adjustment disorder. I was happy to be close to home and entering the program I wanted to be in, but terrified all at the same time to be away from our old new friends, the hospital I knew and now in a mysterious, expensive, big city. I was pretty down and distressed about the whole thing. It passed quickly once I got into the swing of things, but it was one of my lower points thus far.
And now look at us. We are happy and healthy and have friends and a cat and family nearby and a church and jobs and furniture and we can pay our bills. That is a lot of “ands”. I consider them necessary for emphasis.
We had a good laugh last night remembering how we didn’t have cable and how we went outside to do laundry. We remembered the point in our life when our living room had one chair and an end table and the point in our life where we slept on an air mattress. We remembered a time where we would try to aim our car to hit bumps in hopes it might knock whatever was loose in our AC so that we could get some good cold air again on our drives down the highway. We remembered getting lost… Again and again. How we built our BBQ (that I like to joke nearly ended our marriage… But it didn’t really). How terrified I was to be a “real” doctor (wait… that is still happening).
Things are good. God has blessed us in many ways over this past year. And thus, it blows my mind that it has been a year. What blows my mind even more is what might be to come over the next year.