I have officially been a Swiss resident for one whole year. Where did the time go? It feels like just yesterday I arrived to a snowy and cold winter Sunday in Zurich. Thinking about my past year abroad, I can best describe it as constant learning experience. Learning a new language, new ways of doing things, a new city, how to be a better traveler, the list goes on. There are obvious things you need to learn, but then there are the things I never could have imagined that I would have to (re)learn. Like throwing out trash and recycling correctly. Or not doing laundry on Sundays as to not disturb fellow tenants on their “day of rest”. Or weighing your produce at the grocery store before getting in line (ooof they get mad about this one!).
Last week, Jon’s office threw us a celebratory “apero” for our recent nuptials. I thought it was just a casual happy hour, so I arrived fashionably late, per usual. As I arrived, everyone was sitting down in a circle and there was an empty seat at the head of the circle, next to Jon, waiting for me. It was definitely more of an entrance than I wanted to make, but the embarrassment wore off quickly with a glass of wine.
Dave Matthews said it best; “Life is short but sweet for certain.” I am often reminded of this fact, though I wish the reminders were delivered in a nicer form. My friend’s dad recently passed away after losing the battle against lung cancer. Losing parents sucks. Cancer sucks. And when I’m anxious, sad, mad, or all of the above, I need to occupy myself…so I bake. The night I found out, I decided to make some brownies to send to my friend since I know how comforting some home baked goods can be. While stirring the batter, I cried for my friend, her family, and her dad. I cried for my mom, I cried for my family and I cried for everyone that has lost a loved one. It was quite therapeutic actually. You should try it.