First let me backtrack a little bit.
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So back in March we found out that we matched into a Transitional Year program in Spokane, WA and dermatology in Kansas City, KS. It was really one of the most exciting days ever being in the atrium of the nursing school with almost all of Ted’s classmates where we counted down to twelve noon before opening the envelopes that told them their fate for the next 3-6 years. There was so much emotion in that room, it was amazing. And so exciting to find out where all of our friends were heading too.
Then in May both sets of our parents and Ted’s aunt and uncle came out for graduation. Graduation was a pretty big deal and we were glad to have family around to celebrate with us. We got to play tourist with them at Niagara Falls and the Lilac Festival art fair. Graduation was another really exciting day, but I was feeling all conflicted because of being really overwhelmed by everything that was changing and all that we needed to do before leaving.
^one of our favorite Rochester spots for the last time^
I think now we’re all caught up until our road trip. The morning before we left we were scrambling to get everything jammed into our pods and our apartment all cleaned. We hired someone to come help us with cleaning, and still somehow I was frantically scrubbing tiny black marks off the wall five minutes after our landlord was supposed to show up to check us out. I’m so glad that he was a little late so I was able to have a small quiet moment to walk around our empty house for one last time, cupboards all empty and wood floors gleaming.
We left around lunchtime, and there was a restaurant I had been meaning to try and never got around to while we actually lived in Rochester. I got a Dhosa-an Indian crepe made of rice and lentils filled with spiced potatoes and onions, while Ted ran next door to his favorite sandwich shop in Rochester-Dibella’s. We split a custard/Italian Ice from Rita’s in the same plaza and then got on the road.
Julian fell asleep almost as soon as we started driving and blessedly was out for about four hours. I guess all our packing and cleaning wore him out too. About an hour into our drive, we crossed the border into Canada. It was a pretty uneventful trip until we stopped at one of the ubiquitous En Route truck stops and accidentally got Julian an eight dollar quesadilla from Taco Bell. What’s up with that, Canada? When we crossed back over the bridge into the US we were in the outskirts of Detroit.
After taking care of a blowout (thanks Julian) and replacing our leaky air mattress, we only had a short drive to Ann Arbor where our friends had just moved the day before. They are renting a two bedroom apartment until they find a house to buy, so they and their three kids were so kind to let us take up some of their already limited space. Not only did they welcome us to set up shop on their living room floor, they welcomed us with hot brownies and ice cream. These are the kinds of friends you want to have, people.