The past weeks have had one overarching theme: Packing.
Everything I need, everything I care for, everything I own.
I have been selling all my books, DVDs and CDs online since spring, so what was left was mostly clothing, shoes,, memorabilia (I realized I am such a nostalgic person, worse than I have ever expected myself to be!), books, and other belongings that I just cannot live without. I did sort out a lot (load!) of things. So before I have actually started packing, I was convinced I would be able to take everything with me on the plane in two suitcases (being a poor student I obviously fly Economy, so I pay $100 for my second suitcase. Yay.).
Well, you have guessed it right. nope, two suitcases was not enough. Never ever. A third one had to be filled. Luckily, my partner (aka fiancé) J. was visiting me in July, and he volunteered taking one of my suitcases with him. And then I remembered (and broke a cold sweat!) that, even though I would easily be able to squeeze everything into the two remaining suitcases, there are weight restrictions imposed by the airline. The maximum allowed weight you can bring for free when flying economy is 23kg or 50lbs with most airlines. Overweight? Pay $100. And when you already pay $100 for your second suitcase, you obviously don’t feel like paying an additional $100.
I do understand why these restrictions exist, but right now I just hate them. Actually, to be honest, I have always hated them. They make life so much worse. In my case, I would love the rule to be: take whatever fits in your suitcase with you, it's fine.
Oh, well. I ended up packing the rest in two carton boxes, cursing myself for having so much stuff, and ending up googling “I have too much stuff meme” because #firstworldproblems.
However, the actual sad(?) truth is:
My whole life fits into three suitcases and two carton boxes.
I am ready.
Although saying goodbye to everyone in Switzerland turned out to be tougher than I thought it would be. I have always wanted to leave. And I kept leaving for months. But this, this is for years now. I don’t know when I will be back. And this is a bit scary.
I do have a comfort zone over there already, luckily. But leaving the one I have grown up with, I know inside and out, turns out to be difficult. I may not miss everything here, but I sure will miss my family and friends.
Time to grow up though!
Time to plan an Ohio trip to visit your own Swiss in Ohio across the pond!
I will fly out Monday. and I will keep you posted!
Goodbye, Switzerland!
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