Midpoint

My grandmother likes to wear stockings with capri pants. 

My nephew and I. 

Giving Trey a pre-bedtime bottle. Yes, a bottle. 

My mom's dog, Mozzie, who thinks he's a person.

I just got back to NY after a weekend in NJ, dogsitting and babysitting. It's nice to be back in the city - I actually met someone in the elevator who goes to Meredith College (I was wearing a UNC shirt), and I'm running out to get food soon. I have a love/hate relationship with the city, as I think most people do. I always have a feeling of wow, it's great to be home after being out of the city for a day or two - racing up Madison in a cab, looking at all the stores, eateries, parks, I love the fact that I am here. But it's also crazy expensive - more expensive than I remember it being, and my lungs definitely notice the difference pollution-wise. But NY has always felt like home in a strange way - the way NC has come to feel, although NY felt that way immediately. It's like Carrie said, on Sex and the City  - she's "dating" the city. The relationship is a complicated one, but underneath it all, there's love.  

I am halfway through my internship, and I leave the city a month from tomorrow. And in two weeks or so, I go to OH for the LAF Summit on Survivorship, which should be a great time. The time has absolutely flown by, I cannot believe it. I've started calling patients for the Retinoblastoma study, and entering data, and this week, along with attending the Psychiatry Fellows' Core Courses (lectures on various topics 3 times a week), I will be attending a lecture on good leadership. I'm pretty excited for the week ahead of me. I feel like I say that a lot, but it's true.