ch-ch-ch-changes

This blog, from the beginning, has been a journal about change. I started writing here in the year 2000 (though some of the older Homestead archives have since been eaten, believe me, they wentalllllthe way back, and yes, therewas an Internet then) and from the beginning, it ’s been a chronicle of∆x/∆y. Medical school. Marriage. Residency. Adifferent residency. Parenthood. Moving to the South. Every year was something big and something new andoh hell, how are we going to do this now and the constant, underlying theme through it all waschange.At the time I kind of petered out on the blog (and know that I never really intended to step away entirely, but the slow fade just kind of …happened) part of it was that the rate of change had slowed. Things were calming down, and we were settling into our lives in a way we’d never had a chance to before. Joe and I were both attendings and in stable jobs. Our kids were getting older. We bought a home and lived in it for a while. Th ere were days with patients and nights on call and parent teacher conferences and summer camps and carpool lanes. And while things continued to be busy, they also became shockinglynormal. Calm. Maybe even a little bit boring, though I mean that in the best possible way. It just felt, though, that in this journal about change, there wasn ’t much left to write about.I don ’t think I feel that way anymore. There are a lot of ways to view this post-Trump ascension world we live in now, but I don’t t...
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