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"Last weekend"

The end of my "last weekend" before starting work is almost here...it continues to be surreal. Our living situation has continued to be somewhat transitory also: we stayed in a hotel Thursday and Friday nights so that our kind landlords could get moved out without an anxious black lab following their movers around (Tessie doesn't like when people pack and carry boxes around). 

 On Friday, the family medicine interns did a scavenger hunt of the hospital and clinic to learn our way around. I learned that the hospital (like most academic medical centers) is a maze of buildings of various ages connected by ad hoc hallways...so that should be an adventure! On Friday evening, Chris joined me for the "Hail & Farewell" ceremony at the Burlington Country Club. He got to meet my attendings and fellow residents, and we ate some delicious smoked salmon. 

 Yesterday, Shwu and Cam moved out of the townhouse. They had a couple of cleaning crews come by, and then Chris and I brought in the stuff from our cars. We bought a couple of (plastic) adirondack chairs, and Chris made a delicious dinner using the (very nice) grill that came with the place. We've just been hanging out today, trying to set up our Internet and working on getting our cell phones to work. The Internet is connected...but the phones are a work in progress. 

 The rest of our stuff will be delivered tomorrow...and Chris will have the joy of unloading/unpacking while I take care of the acutely ill people of northwestern Vermont! 

{in honor of my first day of residency: a photo from
my white coat ceremony--the ceremonial first day of medical school}

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Location: South Burlington, VT, USA

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