The good news is, I'm still alive. And there's more.

I guess it would be safe to say that my soul, the poor dear, has finally made its way to Switzerland. Considering the time it's taken to get here, I'm assuming it has had one hell of a trip, although it won't tell me anything. It insists it just took the overland way and had a few bad connections- busses breaking down and that sort of thing. I don't quite believe it though. My guess is, it took a business class flight and then stopped somewhere along the way, maybe in Greece or in Turkey, and checked itself into a nice, expensive wellness hotel, where it spent some quality time getting massages and stuffing itself at the breakfast buffet. Oh well, I guess I'm the first one who is supportive of my soul having fun. I just appreciate if it doesn't stay away too long, because I kind of need it too.

Thank God I did manage without it for a while though. Although every once in a while, I'm having a little crisis. But generally, I'm doing well and everyone who cares to have an opinion should be proud of me. I'm still staying with my parents, which I have been loving, but I found a place to move into in two weeks. And, it just so happens to be one the coolest places ever. Because, and I think we all know that, only the best will do for me. Or maybe it's just because I'm a lucky bitch- that's more like it, actually. I did search for a while and have a look at quite a few places, but this one just got dropped into my lap by the universe, which thankfully still seems to like me and look after me. The place is in an old monastry, which I will be sharing with another about 13 people. I have my own two and a half rooms, my own balcony and bathroom, and will share two kitchens (actually three, but one doesn't have a stove), two dining rooms, two lounge rooms, two guest rooms, a big band room, three terraces, a chapel for events and to show movies and a big, beautiful garden with roses and old trees. It's pretty damn amazing, to tell you the truth, and I can't wait to move in and can't stop thinking about it. So yeah, I was lucky.




As far as the work situation is concerned, the jury's still out on that. As always, finding work as a journalist is a challenge, and as you can imagine, the market for print journalists in Switzerland is not overly big. Plus, although I have lots of different professional experience, I'm starting out as a journalist, which obviously doesn't make it easier. Still, I have already had two interviews with newspapers, which I'm considering a good start. One of the jobs, I hated. It was one of the worst interviews I ever had and I wouldn't take the job if they paid me in gold. The other one, I loved and I've got all my fingers crossed for it. I should hear back in a few days from that one.

So yeah, things are starting to happen. Other than that, I have been spending time with my family and catching up with my old friends. Drinking coffee, telling stories, sitting in the park, having dinner, drinking wine and talking until late. It's been wonderful. I love all the culture and the history here, the old buildings with the paintings on it, the old trees, the churches, the cobble stone streets, and I look at it with wondern in my eyes, as if I had never seen it before. I do miss Australia, but I can feel that Europe has always and will always run through my veins.