This week has been dragging its butt. I guess when you’re wondering where you’re going to be living for the next three years, that tends to happen #medschoolproblems. Tomorrow at 1:00 PM, we will know our fate. I had been feeling pretty confident up until now. Now I’m starting to get nervous. My preference is that Matt will match here. Our families are here, and it would just be so much easier to stay where we’ve kind of started to build a life. But there’s also a strong chance that we’ll be moving. Maybe to Greenville. Or Charleston. Or Myrtle Beach. Or somewhere in Georgia.
Match Day is exactly like Bid Day– for those of you that went Greek in college. You essentially go through rush and do the interviews, and then you rank your top choices, and the programs rank you. And then somewhere in some computer, all of this data is compiled, and potential doctors are matched (or not) with their new residency programs. If you don’t match, then God help you. You have to scramble to find a program that did not fill all of their spots. I can’t even begin to imagine how stressful that would be.
Lucky for us, we got the email on Monday saying that he did match. But this is still stressful. What if we have to move? Will we buy a house? Will we rent a house? Will there be good daycares in the area? Will I know anyone there? Am I even grown-up enough to be thinking about all of these things?? I just want to know where I’m going to be for the next three years. Sigh.
Either way, I am going to be drinking a large glass of wine tonight. Because I need to chill the hell out.