omaha (or iowa or salt lake or albuquerque or tucson) on my mind

My favorite place on earth: Shelburne Orchard

 Dave is in the midst of scheduling interviews for residency. Starting in November, he will be traipsing all over the country telling various places how awesome he is.  This whole thing is a little nuts.  In February he will submit a ranked list of all the places he interviewed, they will go into a computer along with the school's ranking of all their interviewees and ... VOILA! ... out spits a "Match," which we open and read in front of his class in March. It is exciting and nerve-racking at the same time.

In trying to decide where to apply and weighing the pros and cons of individual places, I have been (self) assigned the task of researching different programs: benefits, cost of living, commute time, schools, etc. Some programs I get really excited about and typically every week it is a different program that I am determined it is our number one choice.  I know that really now it is a waiting game. My research helped us determine where to apply and now I need to wait for Dave to go and check out the programs himself. It is hard not to get caught up in the "when we move..." mentality.

On the flip side, I recognize that this likely is our last fall here in Vermont and I want to be present. The weather has been gorgeous and I have been trying to soak it up, fitting in trips to the orchards, leaf-peeping drives, and long afternoons at the park. It has been glorious.

My mind is mostly muddled and my attention span is about nil. Just while writing this post I stopped once to look up news reports on the shutdown deal, and another time to look up flight prices between two of Dave's interviews. It has taken me significantly longer than it should have. And I have a toddler to take care of and laundry to finish and dishes to wash.