confessions of non-committal

i've been living in our swiss apartment now for exactly one year. and it's funny, cuz even though i know this is 'home' i still feel that i haven't allowed myself to give it the homey touch that it deserves. i find myself drawn to certain pieces of art and furniture and then in the back of my head a small voice whines, "you're just going to have to sell it/ship it/get rid of it when you leave this place some day". total debbie downer, i know. some realists (and uber minimalists) out there may completely agree with my line of lackluster thinking, but i know myself better and realize that it actually just screams non-committal. it makes me realize that i've been treating switzerland as a pit-stop, a nice place to vacation, before i start my "real" life.

hello!?!

honey, if this isn't your real life than i don't know what is.

there may still be things about switzerland that i still haven't quite gotten used to...like everything closing at ridulously (by american standards) early hours, people who stare you down instead of initiating conversation, or speaking in a 12-inch library voice in most public places. but, like it or not i've chosen this beautifully conservative nook to set up my nest and play house. so i guess i should start trying to get used to it.

thankfully there are some silver linings; like the immaculate you-could-eat-off-the-toilet public restrooms and the super fun and colorful paper money. it's just a matter of training my eye/mind to stay open to/aware of those little gems of convenience and fun that are hiding in unassuming corners.

so i guess i'll just continue my eternal find-the-positive hunt.... and then just go ahead and buy that tacky leg-lamp i've always wanted and just live in the moment ;)