|This is a view of the piano in our condo. Ha ha ha. That's really funny, isn't it? This is how I wish our condo looked.|
I'm home after traveling north for three days with my brother to the area of my medical school. We were checking out the condo, the neighborhood, and where all the buildings are that we'll need to report to initiallly. My dad was there part of the time, and he was able to show us our locations, because he did his residency there and still does some research there.
We checked out the convenience markets, the closest grocery store, pizza places, and haircut places, even though I have Alyssa cut mine most of the time. Matthew may need someone to cut his hair because he keeps it relatively short. I'm doing really well with not pulling my hair out, which is nice. My braces will be adjusted by a relative of the pseudos about eighty minutes away. It's a bit of distance to drive, but he's good and he's taking care of my braces free of charge.
I like the condo, and it's plenty roomy for the two of us. It has a third bedroom, mainly in case my dad decides to make the place his home away from home. I'm trying to talk him into buying a condo in a wooded area not far from Santa Cruz, or perhaps one near Tahoe. That would give my parents a destination besides Matthew's and my condo. We love them, but we need space. I may have an entirely different take on that in about two months.
We had dinner one night with my very brief significant other. We're not really awkward around each other because we've known each other forever. In addition to the five-year age gap, it was probably almost incestuous for us (despite lack of technical consanguinity) to have been together anyway, even though we never got past first base and I'm not even sure he ever really hit even one clean single. He's in his internship there. He's not sure if he'll complete his residency there, but is leaning toward it. He will specialize in emergency medicine. I'm not sure how it works, but his career will be best served by having board certification in general surgery. He may accomplish that with a fellowship and exam, or may just extend his residency.
The piano my uncle ordered arrived. I actually got to pick this one out. I love my piano at home, and I love both of my mom's pianos, and I'm sure I'll love the next one my mom is buying to put in the third story loft. Still, every piano has its own unique touch and sound, and it's very special to be able to pick the one that's perfect for you. Matthew doesn't care. He's not that discerning where pianos are concerned. As long as they're more or less in tune and the keys don't stick, he'll play them without complaining. The new piano is close to in tune, but it needs to settle for a couple of weeks, and then be retuned. My dad will probably just do it himself because it's logistically simpler than opening the place for someone else even though the dealership provides a free tuning. I suppose it could be done right before school starts when Matthew and I go back.
The security system for the condo still needs to be upgraded. The place came with a basic alarm, but I won't be able to sleep at night without one of those high tech ones such as are advertised on TV. The condo is in a nice complex populated mostly by medical residents and their families. I think my parents bought there because they knew the neighbors would complain if we turned the place into the local center of debauchery, not that I would have done such a thing, anyway. Even the area surrounding the complex is not unsafe. Still, an ounce of prevention is worth a whole truckload of hindsight. Matthew may end up spending a lot of time elsewhere, as it isn't his job to babysit me, and I'm not sure how well Matthew would fare against thugs with weapons, anyway. A really good security system, even if it can be annoying at times, will allow me to sleep at night.