The ospreys are back on the Richmond James River marking the arrival of spring in this city that sits at the hub of Virginia’s highways. Match Day, a different mark of spring, took place earlier this month. It always falls in March, an odd kind of Ides of March. This year, with that phase of the Doctorhood Quest behind me, I was unaffected by it. My Match Day will forever dwell on St. Patrick’s Day of 2023. That’s the day I found out I was moving to Richmond.
It was about this time last year when I saw Richmond for the first time. We visited the city only a week or so after Match Day to look at apartments. We wanted to move to our new home as soon as we could. I liked Richmond instantly. I’ve visited enough places and lived in enough more to know, as a gut feeling, if a place I visit is a place I could live happily. I had that sense about Richmond.
Spring is always a transition season but since I started the Doctorhood Quest it has come to mark additional important transitions that didn’t exist in my pre-doctor world. As I write this, I’m three-quarters of the way through my first year of residency (or one seventh through the whole thing). Residency years start on July 1, meaning that as spring slides into summer it marks the closing of one year and the opening of another year in residency. Residency years are hard years. As happy as I was last March when I transitioned from medical school for residency, I am enthusiastic to leave my first year of residency behind for the second year.
The seasons of my first year of residency almost followed the seasons as I knew them when I lived in Vermont. Summer was a glowing time when everything seemed possible because the leaves were new and vibrant; the sun stuck around longest. Fall was my favorite season because by that time the year was familiar; the weather was perfect. Winter was dark and gloomy; it was hard to understand why the world didn’t pause the whole season to drink mate and eat chocolate. Spring came with new hope and new beginnings.
With the ospreys back on the river and a recent vacation behind me, I’m excited to embrace spring. I love the ospreys and was so disheartened to learn last fall that they left for the winter. In Richmond there are numerous walking bridges across the James River from which you can see osprey nests and watch them hover-dive-catch fish. This spring marks a year living in Richmond and a year since graduating medical school.
Comparing this spring to last spring, I know the parks of Virginia way better now and so plotting my days off has become more exciting. And, more down to business, I’ve learned so much about medicine and how to be a doctor. The Doctorhood Quest continues just as the seasons march along unwaveringly. Year two of residency will be a time to develop independence and hone my knowledge. Internal medicine residency is three long years. So, I have two springs left before I get to confidently say I’m ready to work independently as a physician. Two more springs of celebrating the ospreys’ return as a resident. Then we’ll see where the Doctorhood Quest sends me. Perhaps I’ll also celebrate the James River ospreys as an independent physician too; only time will tell where I am three springs from now.