The Sweetest Little Town

So as many of you already know I spent the weekend in Pennsylvania interviewing at Penn State Milton S. Hershey College of Medicine. The interviews went great and I fell in love with Hershey (yes, Hershey is the actual name of the town). The total population is only 20,000, and smells deliciously of chocolate. The school offers many amazing programs and I would consider myself lucky to be accepted. Unfortunately, I have to wait to find out my fate at the school for 6-8 weeks when I will receive a decision in the mail.

One of the fringe benefits of interviewing for school was the experience of visiting the East coast. I am not so naive as to believe that visiting one little town counts as "experiencing the East coast," but I loved the idea of being in place that is so rich with U.S. and church history.

I spent a long day traveling yesterday. From Harrisburg I flew to the land of my birth, Chicago, where I haven't been in almost 23 years. From the busiest airport in the U.S. (O'Hare) I traveled to the largest airport (Denver) and then on to Salt Lake. By far the greatest aspect of the trip, beyond the smell of chocolate, the satisfaction of a successful interview, and the various metropolitan cities I visited, was returning home to S.L.C. where my beautiful wife surprised me by picking me up from the airport. I know that it sounds cheesy, but after being married for only 3 months it is amazing how much you can learn to depend on someone. There was nothing like walking out of the terminal straight into the arms of my lovely little wife.

I will keep the blogosphere posted on my other medical school pursuits as I continue to think fondly of Hershey, PA (for at least 6 more weeks, when my opinion of the town could be drastically changed).