I was supposed to return today but just wasn’t ready to leave. I ended up changing my ticket to stay for two more nights for an additional $230! Yikes. Oh well, not sure when I’d be back here. I just haven’t had my fill of Zurich yet.
I’ve been many places before but I feel very much at home here. I wonder if this is just timing, that the places I’ve been and the order in which I’ve visited them have set the stage for me to appreciate Zurich, or maybe I’m seeing it through the lens of my trip to Mexico last week.
Maybe it’s because things are unfamiliar and because I don’t speak the language (but I’m not so shut out that I can’t handle the day-to-day tasks with ease). I do feel a bit of melancholy of finding a new place, falling in love with it but also knowing that you can never really be a part of it, of returning home to a place that isn’t really (yet) home…
