So despite not really managing to finish clearing out my apartment, skirting within the British Airways luggage weight limits and being the least observant (and graceful) person on Earth, I managed to get myself and 60 kg of my personal goods from New York and Geneva.
Have I mentioned that I've never done this travelling-by-myself thing before? As in I've never had the experience of being stuck between two middle-aged businessmen on a trans-Atlantic flight, sticker shock ($3 USD for coffee? Wow. $7 USD for McD's burgers? Double wow), or having your opinion of what is supposed to be one of the world's most well-run countries plummet because everything is closed on a Sunday. (On an aside, how is possible to still have countries that shut down entirely on Sundays -- is it economically viable? Culturally relevant? Does the fact that Switzerland accepts no immigrants mean that it therefore does not have the capacity to have 24/7 operations?).
I'm also going crazy and keep hearing my cellphone ring, but that might just be fatigue or the bad plane food talking; and I need to find some way to entertain myself for another 6 hours instead of passing out and doing nothing for my jet lag. My new home seems to be a bit short on the communal cookware and space, but I figure it's dues paid for not having to share a room in first year of college. Genevian water is also a bit soft.
I spent two hours just wandering around the Old City, which was creepily deserted, super-clean and kind of depressing -- beautiful buildings and no one to appreciate it. I didn't even feel like I could take pictures because I'm afraid that the charger for my digital camera will fry if plugged in here. Must figure that out when cognizant.
Missing my family. Missing my boy. Missing friends and the comfort of school. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't travel well. Am also getting disoriented by the babble of French interspersed with music hits such as Lindsay Lohan's "Rumors" and Sinatra's "New York, New York". This is evidence both of American cultural imperialism and the fact that someone upstairs has a sense of humour.
But here I am, and work starts tomorrow. I even managed to track down bodywash at a cornerstore...and I just realised that I did pack bodywash, I just didn't bring shampoo. Well, one less thing to think about tomorrow.
Have I mentioned that I've never done this travelling-by-myself thing before? As in I've never had the experience of being stuck between two middle-aged businessmen on a trans-Atlantic flight, sticker shock ($3 USD for coffee? Wow. $7 USD for McD's burgers? Double wow), or having your opinion of what is supposed to be one of the world's most well-run countries plummet because everything is closed on a Sunday. (On an aside, how is possible to still have countries that shut down entirely on Sundays -- is it economically viable? Culturally relevant? Does the fact that Switzerland accepts no immigrants mean that it therefore does not have the capacity to have 24/7 operations?).
I'm also going crazy and keep hearing my cellphone ring, but that might just be fatigue or the bad plane food talking; and I need to find some way to entertain myself for another 6 hours instead of passing out and doing nothing for my jet lag. My new home seems to be a bit short on the communal cookware and space, but I figure it's dues paid for not having to share a room in first year of college. Genevian water is also a bit soft.
I spent two hours just wandering around the Old City, which was creepily deserted, super-clean and kind of depressing -- beautiful buildings and no one to appreciate it. I didn't even feel like I could take pictures because I'm afraid that the charger for my digital camera will fry if plugged in here. Must figure that out when cognizant.
Missing my family. Missing my boy. Missing friends and the comfort of school. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't travel well. Am also getting disoriented by the babble of French interspersed with music hits such as Lindsay Lohan's "Rumors" and Sinatra's "New York, New York". This is evidence both of American cultural imperialism and the fact that someone upstairs has a sense of humour.
But here I am, and work starts tomorrow. I even managed to track down bodywash at a cornerstore...and I just realised that I did pack bodywash, I just didn't bring shampoo. Well, one less thing to think about tomorrow.
