Mike often mentions how nice it will be to have finally arrived.
We have been on a journey since getting married.
(I'm not talking about THE everyday journey
that parents raising kids are on.)
This journey has led to 7 moves in 8 years.
It has taken us to Eugene, Portland, Provo, Chino, and Pomona.
He often mentions how nice it will be to have a home. A home that is ours.
A home where we can make permanent changes...if we so wish.
A home where we can "let the grass grow under our feet",
where we can settle and let our kids make uninterrupted memories.
A place where our someday grown children can return to,
A place where our someday grown children can return to,
to reminisce and rest from their own hectic future lives.
We are closer than we have ever been.
Mike has 5 weeks left of rotations.
Yet it doesn't look like we will be arriving...
at least not yet...not in the next year.
Mike has interviewed and been accepted to the
Orthopaedic Surgery PA Residency Program at ARMC.
He starts in the fall.
Keeping true with our nomadic record
we will be moving closer to the hospital,
making this our 8th move in 9 years of marriage.
And though this means postponing our end destination
for one. more. year.
we couldn't be happier.
It is going to be rigorous and intense,
but the experience obtained will be invaluable.
So here goes to "almost there".
*Pictures taken last month during his urgent care rotation at the facility where I work.
And though this means postponing our end destination
for one. more. year.
we couldn't be happier.
It is going to be rigorous and intense,
but the experience obtained will be invaluable.
So here goes to "almost there".
*Pictures taken last month during his urgent care rotation at the facility where I work.
