Thursday, November 6, 2014

"no subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest..." ernest hemingway, B.A.M.F

i'm going to trust in the words of my man ernest hemingway.  i'm not going to assume that simply because i have moved 1500 miles east that my life is all of a sudden interesting - so i'll spare you the pretentiousness of pretending that it is.  however, i love and miss a shiz ton of people back home with whom i don't speak as often as i should (that and... my husband averages 5-6 hours of homework a night) so i'ma revamp my blog. lucky you, reader.

mike and i moved to lake bluff, il (35 minutes north of chicago or 2 hours in rush hour traffic) and he attends chicago medical school at rosalind franklin university of medicine and science. it's a great school and have met some equally great people. we're really lucky.

i have a gluten intolerance which sucks because i'm living in the land of carbs. i should be better and stronger than i am but i'm not. i have easily eaten my weight in deep dish pizza, popeye's, hot dogs and italian beef and i don't care. it's totally worth it... because i'm a fatty.

we've become pretty good friends with a few other med school couples out here: one is a 3rd year and the other a first year like mike. they are awesome people and it's a total blessing to have met them and have "family" out here when we are so far away from our actual ones.

      it's been an interesting transition moving out here with lots of opportunity to reflect on the process of getting here and adjusting to the new digs.  applying for medical school was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. it is so time consuming (personal statements, service, applications, secondary applications, interviews, etc.) and expensive, factor in stress/anxiety and look at your product - then multiply that by two.  mike and i religious people.   so throughout the process a lot of prayer, obedience and sacrificing were made to show our intent on getting into medical school and we can definitely testify to the truthfulness of the lyric "sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven." I can genuinely say that without the grace and love of our Heavenly Father and Savior - we would not be here.

unlike my hero,  e. hemingway, who could end a story like a boss, i can't. and this is where i leave you. with a short blurb of kind of nothing. there will be more to come when more happens...or doesn't.  either way, it will be documented.

november 6, 2014.

i have a bad habbit of writing blog entries and being too insecure to post them.  after re-reading this one that was written over 2 months ago i have decided to finally post it.  the reason for my addendum is this: looking back over the past few months and even year, i am astounded by the presence that the Savior had in our lives while applying for medical school.  although it wasn't necessarily made known to us at the time, having come though that whole near life ruining process, my relationship with my Savior is so much more personal and so much more tender.  it was hellacious year but wow, and i grateful and forever changed.

isn't it funny how life works like that? the whole "refiner's fire" aspect of life. sacrifice truly does bring forth the blessings of heaven.

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