I need to update this more often so it doesn’t become a short collection of 3,000 word essays focused on me trying to catch up on everything that happened the past two weeks! In these final weeks, I am committing to myself that I will post more frequently. I would apologize to those subscribed via email alert, but… it’s my blog.
Onto a quick recap of my very quick trip to Switzerland to visit my sister, Christina!
After catching a 4am shuttle to Edinburgh Airport on Friday, I eventually boarded an early-morning flight to Basel. Dawn and dusk flights are my favourite because the sky tends to put on a spectacular show around those times.
Case in point.
After a bus and a train ride once I touched down in Basel, I was finally in Appenzellerland where my sister lives with her family! I always feel a little strange when I first get to Switzerland on my visits: I was born there and lived there for 7 years, so I often expect to experience… something when I’m there. But I’m always baffled by how everything changes and stays the same, and my childhood memories of the city have been made fuzzy by time. It’s not like coming home, but it’s also not like being a foreign place. Thus is the plight of a Third-Culture Kid.
My sister and her three little boys (woah there, I’m an aunt to the cutest kids on the planet) met me at the train station and from that moment I knew it was going to be a fun weekend. The kids were boundless with energy (as kids should be) and lost their shyness with me after I was there for about an hour. Friday was mostly me playing with the boys and then in the evening, we did a lantern walk around town with my oldest nephew’s kindergarten class and some other schools in the area. (No photos because I feel weird taking shots of strangers’ children and then posting them on the internet… But it was super cute!) Afterwards, everyone just socialized while eating and drinking mulled wine. Later that night, I headed out for a drink with some of Christina’s neighbours/my friends, but seeing as I had been awake almost 24 hours by the time midnight rolled around, we called it an early night.
The next morning my nephews were sweet and merciful, allowing me to sleep in past their 5.30am wake-up and only ever so gently creeping into my room around 8.30am with whispered exchanges of “Tante Lillian…?” Bonus points, boys. That afternoon, as snow fell outside, I took full advantage of the my sister’s comfy, comfy, comfy couch and took a nap while trying to watch The Iron Lady. Afterwards, we baked cookies and it was essentially just an adorably cute day. Later in the evening, we headed to Winterbar in St. Gallen, which is essentially a bar built in a field to give everyone something to do during the cold winter months, when outdoor festivals are no longer options and the need to socialize must be met.
(Christina and Me at Winterbar. There is literally no denying we are sisters.)
It was an added bonus that everyone I was with at Winterbar was also in the same dance class! They all dance the DiscoFox and while it’s really easy to learn as the lady (woohoo, less pay, easier dance steps!) it looks so impressive to watch. And it is so much fun to do. I made it home in time for a lovely 3-hour nap before an 8am wake-up on the next morning. On Sunday, Christina and I made our way back down to Basel to visit old friends (and a new baby!) around the area that we used to live. It was lovely to see them again after all these years, to be able to catch-up on life and all its crazy developments.
At the airport, after kissing my sweet baby nephew and squeezing my sister one last time, I had a moment to reflect on how often I have to say good bye to people. I feel like I live my life in constant transition; since I graduated high school, I have never been anywhere longer than 5 months in a single stretch. And the places that I actually have been are pretty far apart from one another. However, I like that.
I like that I get to see new places and experience new things. I like that I am an active writer in my life story and that I refuse to leave a single page blank. And I like that because I tend to be all over the place (literally, metaphorically…) I get to meet people who teach me and laugh with me and love me.
So there’s that. I have a lot of people that I love, which means I have a lot of people that I subsequently miss whenever I leave. And out of all the problems in the world, that is pretty great one to have.