Just completed a cross-country move 1500 miles from one end of the Earth to a new rural practice/group at the other end of the Earth. At least I'm consistent -- I do enjoy rural medicine. And a new adventure is always fun.
But phew, I'm pooped. It's not my first rodeo with the whole moving thing, but every time there's a big life change, there must be lessons, right? Here goes....
#10) 2 drivers + 2 cars is much harder than 2 drivers + 1 car. Especially traveling through major metro areas together. Note to self: automatically add 20% drive time when it's 2 cars.
#9) One cannot sustain road rage for 1500 miles. Not without precipitating an aneurysm.
#8) Kitties + traveling = tranquilizer. And not for the animals.
#7) There really ARE millions of different combinations of Subway sandwiches!
#6) 2 Subway sandwiches/day x 4 days = unique GI consequences.
#5) Driving 10 hours/day does not feel the same now as it it did when I was 20 and invincible. Now I say things like "dadgum sciatica" and "I have to pee AGAIN?" and "my dyspepsia is firing up again" (see item 6). Yeah, fabulous.
#4) Some midwest cities which shall remain nameless (Omaha) should not be traversed between the hours of 7am and 7pm.
#3) Folks from Iowa and Nebraska, a show of hands, please. Who there truly understands proper use of the right lane of traffic on the interstate? No hands? That's what I thought.
#2) Ok, so my house always has been the exact opposite of the show, "Hoarders". Even having said that, I still donated/threw away a boatload of clothes/household goods. So how, for the love of Pete, did we have that many boxes to unpack? It's like the boxes multiplied like bunnies on the truck from point A to point B. What >exactly< happened on that truck?
#1) I've lived a few places that are like teetering on the event horizon of a black hole. Seriously. End of the world, each location. But you know what? There are nice people everywhere, all over this country. A smile and a friendly chat brings them out of the woodwork. HOWEVER there is a dark side to the nice people......
Bonus) Within 1 hour of the new doctor arriving in the town at aforementioned end of the Earth, most folks in town will know which house she has moved into, what her husband does, and what personal items she has purchased at the store. No kidding, people I've never met knew all kinds of stuff about me. It's spooky. Good reminder to mind those P's and Q's...
But phew, I'm pooped. It's not my first rodeo with the whole moving thing, but every time there's a big life change, there must be lessons, right? Here goes....
#10) 2 drivers + 2 cars is much harder than 2 drivers + 1 car. Especially traveling through major metro areas together. Note to self: automatically add 20% drive time when it's 2 cars.
#9) One cannot sustain road rage for 1500 miles. Not without precipitating an aneurysm.
#8) Kitties + traveling = tranquilizer. And not for the animals.
#7) There really ARE millions of different combinations of Subway sandwiches!
#6) 2 Subway sandwiches/day x 4 days = unique GI consequences.
#5) Driving 10 hours/day does not feel the same now as it it did when I was 20 and invincible. Now I say things like "dadgum sciatica" and "I have to pee AGAIN?" and "my dyspepsia is firing up again" (see item 6). Yeah, fabulous.
#4) Some midwest cities which shall remain nameless (Omaha) should not be traversed between the hours of 7am and 7pm.
#3) Folks from Iowa and Nebraska, a show of hands, please. Who there truly understands proper use of the right lane of traffic on the interstate? No hands? That's what I thought.
#2) Ok, so my house always has been the exact opposite of the show, "Hoarders". Even having said that, I still donated/threw away a boatload of clothes/household goods. So how, for the love of Pete, did we have that many boxes to unpack? It's like the boxes multiplied like bunnies on the truck from point A to point B. What >exactly< happened on that truck?
#1) I've lived a few places that are like teetering on the event horizon of a black hole. Seriously. End of the world, each location. But you know what? There are nice people everywhere, all over this country. A smile and a friendly chat brings them out of the woodwork. HOWEVER there is a dark side to the nice people......
Bonus) Within 1 hour of the new doctor arriving in the town at aforementioned end of the Earth, most folks in town will know which house she has moved into, what her husband does, and what personal items she has purchased at the store. No kidding, people I've never met knew all kinds of stuff about me. It's spooky. Good reminder to mind those P's and Q's...
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