A new year

Thanks to a colleague pointing it out, I just realised that come February (which is only a few weeks away), I'll be half way through my posting at this hospital.
Scary. And sad.
Scary because I'm not sure I have learnt that much, and I still have days where I feel ultra-stupid (i reckon this feeling is going to recur for a looong time), and it means that should the rest of the posting go alright, I'm only 6 months from becoming an SHO - someone is going to be working under me!!!!!!! Now i'm not scared. I'm terrified.
But I'm sad as I've really settled in. I started my second job of the year in December, but the only change is that I am working for a different consultant. I'm on the same ward, and working with people I know. And I like it. I like walking down corridors and being greeted by familiar faces: doctors, nurses, porters, patients. I also like that I know all the nooks and crannys of the little town in which I live.
This is one of the aspects of medicine that I hate. One cannot put down roots, as sooner or later, you have to move on to a new job. In fact being rootless is probably a good thing, as it means you can go to wherever the job is, which in times of job shortages, makes life a little easier. But its not my nature. I put down roots as soon as I can, and end up mourning for months when I have to pull them up and move on.
Oh well, that's life.
I should follow the advice I give: "Take one day at time. Then it's not so scary."