Transitions…

I threw my short-white-coats unceremoniously into a clothes donation bin the other day.  And so goes four years of medical school.  Now with two frightening letters soon-to-be tacked onto the end of my name, I’ll be moving to California to continue my training.

Four years ago I moved out with just two suitcases filled with clothes and a few pots and pans in which to cook macaroni.  I slept on a camping cot in the middle of an empty room for a week.  Over the course of four years I got educated, made a ton of amazing new friends, got married, and had countless adventures in this city.

Very strange and exciting to be leaving.  We’ll set foot in PDX this Saturday night.