Okay, y’all have been tolerating my discussions of the match ad nauseam. Here is the last post, which provides some explanation for how we managed to get John a job and our family a house within a few hours of the match.
Before the match, I used my anxiety as an excuse for being non-productive…now I fear I’m letting my shear joy and excitement get the best of me. 40 more pages of writing, lots of house-keeping details, the au pair search, and a major move–Go!
In John’s med school sweatshirt (commandeered years ago) the night before the match:
anna in med school 