Hooray!

First things first: WE’VE MADE OUR DECISION. Jon paid the deposit yesterday to secure his seat in the fall semester at the University of St. Eustatius School of Medicine, on St. Eustatius, Netherlands Antilles. SO excited! They have some of the best clinical rotation options out of all the Caribbean schools, and a really high residency match rate. And I’m in love with the island. It’s tiny (3,000 people, 8 square miles) and charming. Lots of history, renowned for its friendly people, blah blah blah. They have almost zero crime and a low cost of living compared to the larger, tourism-driven islands. But most importantly, we just feel good about it.

Lately for work, I’ve spent a couple of mornings standing in front of local elementary schools, clipboard in hand, counting pedestrians. This morning shortly after the bell rang, a woman came over the intercom and asked (twice) if a Mrs. Gonad would please call the front office. And I inwardly screamed “THERE IS NO WAY SHE JUST SAID GONAD!”, but sure enough, a coworker had heard it, too. My ears were not playing tricks on me. The only other notable thing that happened was this: a 200 year old hunchbacked crone going negative miles-per-hour glowered out of her car window at me for the entire 45 seconds it took her to pass by. I guess I looked SO suspicious, standing there in my skinny jeans and ballet flats, holding a clipboard. I resisted the urge to send a truly grotesque face her way. She’s lucky. I’ve got an arsenal of them. She would have gently bumped into the curb for sure.




THERE IS NO WAY IT’S MAY ALREADY. Plans for this month: Packing, starting immigration paperwork, and a girl’s trip to Utah for Corinne’s baby shower. She’s pregnant! Have I mentioned that? Because she is. She’s my sister, and she’s pregnant. With a girl.