In a perfect world our Dr.H would go to med school close to home, stay there for residency and go into practice in our hometown and we move into the house across the street from our parents.
I was talking to a good friend, resident wife, who we’ll call Jane Fairfax today. This woman is one most elegant women I have come across in my life: kind, beautiful, down to Earth and smart.
She was sharing with me her struggle being the new girl in her new community. It dawned on me that if Jane Fairfax, whom I imagine some women might give their right arm to call a friend, was having trouble being the new girl, she can’t be the only one.
As the wife of the resident we are too often the new girl. We were the new girl at med school. Now we are the new girl in the location of the residency. We’ll be the new girl yet again in 4-8 years.
Has anyone found anything that helps with this “new” experience. Is there any way to make the “new” thing less painful?