This year’s fellowship Match Day was an emotional roller-coaster that fortunately concluded with a happy, albeit bittersweet, ending. Even just days before the match, I had heard through the grapevines that my chances of matching to my top choice were slim, as our residency has been regarded to have less surgical training than other programs. Last night, on the eve before the match, I received a Facebook friend request from another applicant, which misled me to thinking that I had matched to his program. Even as I was driving back to Maine last night, I was on the phone with my wife discussing potential living arrangements depending on where I end up. Fortunately, I heard the good news early this morning from the program director at Duke herself. Phone calls, e-mails, and text messages came pouring in to congratulate me even as I was cranking through the busy clinic. By the time the day winded down and the dust began to settle, it was still hard to believe that I will be leaving Boston after 12 years in the city. Sadly, Melody will most likely be taking a job on the West coast, which will make us bi-coastal again for another 2 years. It was a tough decision, but one that will hopefully give us the best chance to be together afterwards.