Yes, these pictures are taken in vintage mode (and a few days ago)... It was my attempt to make things look better. Welcome to our new apartment look - chaos! A lot of things have happened since we returned from our fun honeymoon. I know I had promised to share some pictures of our trip, but the reality has hit me and the hubby hard and fast. We had a few days of jetlag problem, and then the packing started.
Let's talk about packing. For a young married couple, we own a lot of stuff. The apartment we currently live in is a spacious 920sqft, and we managed to make it very full from the beginning (thanks dad for all the brand new, massive furniture!). You can blame it on hubby's love for electronics and my love for clothes and shoes. We were initially thinking about purging a lot of things, but we realized that we were about to move into a 2,500 sqft house, and we will have plenty of space to find homes for these things LOL. I am pretty proud that we managed to pack most of our stuff. Ok, let's just admit that most the packing was done by the hubby.
I have to be honest, this packing was a roller coaster ride for me. I was excited at first, the thought of moving to a house and all, but then the negativity started creeping up on me as I realized just how much stuff we own (#firstworldproblem). Then, I had a realization that I am married to medicine. This "married to medicine" phrase first appeared when I joined a private Facebook group where only doctors' wives can join. I thought that it would be a great support group because I wanted to understand what the life would be for a wife of a medical resident. I just knew that I will barely see my hubby for the next 6 years. While there are many wonderful ladies in that group who have provided great emotional support for me, I also read endless series of stories about how their lives are constantly changing every few years (aka moving!). What the public doesn't always realize is that the journey to a full-term (attending) doctor is a no easy task. There is 4 years of medical school education, 3-8 years of residency training (lower than minimum wage if you count the number of hours they work each week relative to what they get paid), and then there could be another 1-3 years of fellowship training before you could finally settle down as a doctor and earn the big dollars. It's a long commitment and patience not only for the doctor, but for his/her spouse and family members as well. So, here I am, already thinking about how the moving would be 6 years after the residency! The thought of that was extremely depressing and scary. "Married to medicine" suddenly felt so negative. Yes, a lot of mind running through my head was merely an understatement. I was thinking about the future of my professional career, the thought of looking for new friends in a new city, a life as a mom one day, etc, and trying to understand how much of the medicine life would affect my personal life. I talked to my hubby, my parents, and reached out the support group, which kept me grounded and made me see the positive outcome of all of this. I am now more focused on the positive things - exploring a new life in a different state like I always wished before, moving into our own house, being physically closer to my parents, working at a new university, and making new friends. All of these were going to enrich my life, not dampen it; I just wasn't seeing everything the right way. Not everyone was going to have this kind of opportunity in their lifetime, but I will. So, I became grateful for the situation.
Other than packing little knick knacks, I wasn't too stressed anymore. I became more relaxed, allowed myself to do fun things, like getting a manicure / pedicure done. I would say Lilly, our dog, is probably the most depressed one out of our family now LOL She has been hiding under our bed a lot, which she used to do when we first adopted and brought her to our apartment home. It was obvious that she had this experience before, her previous owner packing things up and then sending her to the animal shelter. We keep promising her that this will never happen to her again, that she'll love our new place (not that she will understand what we say...).
As for this blog, it'll keep on going. After a couple of additional posts after this, I will probably go on a hiatus, so I can focus on settling down in our new home. Internet will be down after Monday, but I will continue to post pictures via Instragram (http://instagram.com/wjobeh).
May 31st, the hubby will graduate with this MD! June 3rd, we are officially leaving Houston with our 16ft truck. Hubby's mother and my dad will be joining us on this ride. We are really grateful for their help.
Love,
Wonjee
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