Soon to be Fenway local...

I have to admit, not too long ago, New England was some obscure region in my minimal geographical lexicon. In just a few weeks, I will packing my bags up and heading out to Boston, MA where the clam chowdah and lobster should be the best I've ever had! Notice my excitement for food, that will never change, but what team I root for in this year's MLB championship or even NBA finals will most likely be my future home teams of Boston.

Living accomodations: none other than in the heart of Fenway itself...just a few blocks from Fenway Park and a myriad of bars/restaurants to dive into and meet locals and embrace the Bostonian lifestyle!

Yeah, I'm excited in a weird way...I feel like I'm going off to college! (ironic in that I wanted to go to BU for college and had to turn it down since the tuition was equivalent to a mortgage on a house).

But everything aside, the best part is going to be the awesome people from all over the world I will soon be introduced to....

Life outside the Hospital...

is not supposed to overlap with life inside the hospital!!!

I got a cute spot down the street from where I live where I enjoy a good cup of joe and get my study on. But time and time again, I run into THE doc that could potentially determine my fate as a surgeon. NO exageration ladies and gentlemen, he is the one to make or break me.

Now to be fair, he's a great guy and was a wonderful mentor. I just piss my pants everytime I see him (no other doc does this to me). Not sure if its the pressure to constantly impress him or my own insecurities around those of authority, but either way....its pathetic! My boy who works here laughs at me everytime...my nervousness is that obvious!

Some might say take advantage of hanging outside the hospital, I say, if I had some paxil, maybe I could...