Ever since somewhere around blog post number 43 on Secret Life of Tova Darling, I've been trying to figure out what I was going to do for the all-important 100th post. Would I host a contest? Ask for 100 comments? Compose a list of 100 reasons I love to blog? Coerce you all into clicking on my AdSense ads 100 times? Demand that you all send me $100? Write a well-researched and thought-provoking essay on the impact of blogging in modern culture? (Ok, let's be honest, there's no chance I would've done that last one.) In true Tova fashion, I had failed to make up my mind until the beginning of this week. That's when I realized that my 100th post was going to fall during Match Week, and that it would likely occur on Match Day - the day that my amazing husband, Mr. Darling, will see how his four years of studying and hard work in medical school have paid off.
Tomorrow is Match Day, and Mr. Darling will find out where he will be doing his medical residency. This also means that we will find out where we'll be spending the next three to five years of our lives and that I will know where I'll be living when I write the majority of my next hundred posts (and the hundred after that, and the hundred after that...)
Because I'm anonymous (and because some of the cities on Mr. Darling's rank order list only have one major teaching hospital, which means you'd all know exactly where Mr. Darling worked, and my fans might storm the hospital begging Mr. Darling to get them my autograph), I won't be telling you where Mr. D matches, per se, but I will tell you which one of the programs on this list he matched to. I am hoping that he matched with his number one choice because, gosh darn it, he deserves it. (The decision is already final, but in case prayers work retroactively, say a few on his behalf if you don't mind!)
So tomorrow, for my one hundredth post as Tova Darling, I'm inviting you all to celebrate Match Day with me! Buy some champagne (mine's already chilling in the fridge) and join me in toasting the future Dr. Darling! Tomorrow, Mr. Darling will know whether or not he got his first choice of residencies; tomorrow, I'll know whether or not I'll be packing up and moving to a brand new place for the first time in over 20 years; tomorrow, I'll know where I'll live after I stop being the wife of a medical student and start being the wife of a doctor; and tomorrow, you'll know too.
Thanks for sharing in this adventure with me, friends, and thank you for reading my posts! I'll talk to you again (for the 100th time) tomorrow!