Life. And so it goes.

Life just keeps on plugging away, whether you want it to or not. It doesn't care that you have an exam to study for. It doesn't care that this is the pinnacle of what you have been working towards. Nope. It says, too bad, all the little things still need to be done. You can't hide in your house expecting everything to work itself out around you. You have to be realistic, and just get it done.

What am I talking about? Moving. I am dreading it. I always dread it. I get comfortable, I nest, I collect stuff. No, I am not a pack-rat, but there is still stuff. I got married in this house, so there are cards, invitations, and pictures. I did residency in this house, so there are books (and books), lab coats, and stethescopes. I "raised" 2 cats in this house, so there are toys, kitty-condos, carriers, and leashes. I had a life for 5 years in this house, so there is everything imagineable in this house! Some of it I want to get rid of, some of which I want to keep, and some I am just not sure yet. What if I throw something away, and then in 2 years Iam looking for it, wondering where it is, regretting the decision?

I feel like, on one hand, that I can use packing as an excuse to not study. It will be a good break, I tell myself. Then I think, yeah right. That doesn't sound fun at all. But, it has to be done.

There are some things I can put off - getting my police check for work, filling out my priveledges card, starting a family - and there are some things I can't. Studying must be done. Packing should be done. Starting a family can't be done.

And so it goes....