Just got back from my first two residency interviews. Scheduling has been a nightmare — I once bought plane tickets for the wrong day — so it’s exciting and fun to actually get started at last. I get to see other parts of the country, other ways of doing things. The view from Ninth Avenue can be stifling at times,* so it’s good to get out and remind myself that there is life west of the Hudson.
I made the wise decision to base myself at my parents’ house in suburban Virginia for interview season. We live about twenty minutes from the airport, and down here I have access to a car, which just makes travel easier all around. It’s great to hang out with my parents more before I disappear into internship.
* I’m being sarcastic. Sort of. New York and me, it’s complicated.