I had a little set back yesterday. It all started about a week ago when my phone decided to stop working right before finals and the only way I could communicate with anyone was through text message. Since it was finals week I had no free time to drive 30 minutes away to the nearest Apple store (I have an iPhone) and wait for them to fix it. My mom flew in on Wednesday and has been a big help with getting all my stuff together and ready to move out of this 10 sq. ft. apartment....okay it's not 10 sq. ft, but it sure feels like it! Anyway, my mom and I traveled to the Apple store and the employee helping us said there were a couple things they could try and if it still didn't work I would get a new phone since mine is still under warrenty. Great. Awesome. I just explained to him that I had some extremely important voice mails that I did not want erased and if they were going to do anything that would possibly erase them to wait until I could save them to my computer first. He assured me that nothing would effect the voice mails.

He did whatever he did and the phone still didn't work so he told me to come back on Sunday to get my new phone and give me time to save all my texts and voice mails from Kevin. Great. Awesome.

Then I walk out of the store...look at my voice mails...and they are gone. All of them. I think I almost had a stroke. I'm not sure because I think I blacked out for a second. I started crying and yelling right in the middle of the mall. I went back to the store and the employee just said "Hmmm, not sure why that happened, it never has before!!!!" I couldn't believe it. He never even said he was sorry even thought I was crying hysterically in the middle of the store.

I am better now and realize that a voice mail is not going to make things any easier. It was just such an incredibly unexpected blow on top of everything else that I didn't know how to handle it.

On the bright side though...I am done with my first year of PA school!!!  It was an extremely challenging year (well more so the last 5 months and 3 weeks) but I made it. I know Kevin was helping me every step of the way. It is a little bitter sweet because I know how proud he would be right now. The picture above is from our tour of the Sam Adam's brewery in Boston one of the first weekends we were here.