As a part of my new commute, I pass through a transit hub where buses, commuter rails, and subway lines all pass through. On Monday, I saw a woman hurrying by, eating a blondie whoopie pie, at 8am. She was wearing a long skirt and a short collared shirt-- office attire. She's been on my mind all week. And every morning since, I've wondered what other type of balanced breakfast I'll get to witness.
A lot of people have been asking me how the new job is going. It only makes sense to ask. But I've been struggling to come up with concise answers. Mostly, I think I'm still shell shocked that I'm in a new position. It is both incredibly familiar: academic medicine, Boston, reading, writing, building relationships. I've been at this since my twenties. And yet, the new position, a shift from the traditional faculty route, is just different enough from my job of the last 9 years, from the only career that I've known, that I feel unmoored. I'm fine. "Nothing is bad," as I like to say. But along with all the changes 2025 has wrought, it's all a bit dizzying.
