Hey there, strangers! I'm not sure that I quite intended to duck out of this here space for an entire week, but things have been a bit busy. There has been packing, the sound of small people with nasty coughs, more packing, visiting with family, and then, packing. Also, the cat somehow managed a midnight raid of the dog treat stash and is literally rolling in a pile of puppy treats at the end of the hallway right now. Like I said, busy.
Oh, and yes, there was the part of the program where Dan graduated from medical school. When I met Dan, he was nineteen years old and mostly wore flip-flops, even in the rain. He lived in a studio apartment with an exchange student from Malaysia and they both slept on the floor because they didn't have any furniture. He wanted to be a farmer, I think. Fifteen years later, we have a pretty hilarious collection of advanced degrees between the two of us (way more than any pair of people need), none of which do us any good when the teething baby is awake at four a.m,. or when we are late for school and I realize that I forgot to put Mariam's rain jacket in the dryer the night before.
And now, according to the piece of fancy paper pictured above, my husband is a doctor. Go figure. It is hard to know what to say about medical school, looking back on it as I sit in a room full of boxes. I think, in the end, that maybe my feelings about the whole experience are so complicated, and run so deep, that I can't quite put them into words. At least not until I have a little more time. I'm proud of us, most especially Dan, for having survived with at least some of our sanity intact. I'm incredibly grateful to our families for their unwavering support, without which we would probably have totally quit the whole endeavor in year one. And, honestly, I'm a little sad, too. We said goodbye to the Oregon-bound Annie 2.0 and Mark yesterday morning, and it was a moment, let me tell you. There was crying. There are easier things than saying goodbye to well-loved friends who have brought you through some of the most stressful times of your life to date. Friends who snuck into labor and delivery at the hospital only minutes after Z. was born to bring flowers. Friends who taught my daughter to ride a bike without training wheels and to love a super corny joke.
But this is how the new adventure begins, right? By saying farewell to the current one. I'll be in and out in the next week or two. I'm hoping to stop by to share some before and after photos of the new house, to talk a bit more about my love for Vermont living before I leave it behind. And, if all goes according to plan, I should have a new issue of Alphabet Glue ready for you very soon. It's close to finished, and it is full of really fun stuff for summer.
Okay, off I go. There's a roll of packing tape with my name on it.