So, after 3 weeks in Verbier, I was meant to be going back to London in a day and a half, but will have to stay a few days more due to one of the little people in the party not being able to fly anymore until Friday. Hopefully we’ll get a flight for then but, if not, will go back Sunday or Saturday.
It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. One minute I can’t wait to go home and think I’m never doing this again; next minute I am thinking it’s great to get away from everything and everyone and put my thoughts in order while making good money and exploring a new place, meeting new people.
It’s the same feeling I have towards one of the people in the house too. One minute she drives me mad and I just want to explode and tell her off; next we’re watching TV together and I’m finding her extremely endearing.
There’s also the feeling of gratefulness. In times of crisis and expensive, even though shit, education to pay for, I not only got a job, but got extra ones! And have I mentioned how I am moving in to one of my boss’ attic (not that she has many attics. I’m the one with more than one boss!). So 2010 will at least start as a rent-free year. And not only they offered me the attic, but also told me I could move in earlier and BRING THE ROOMMIE WITH ME! She’s leaving London in March, so we were going to stay in our flat until then to avoid the hassle that is finding a semi-decent yet affordable place in the capital. And our new place is just a walk up the road from the old one anyway, so it’s perfect!
A little more about the Alps…it’s beautiful, no doubt about it! Especially coming from Brazil, it’s so different and exactly like I used to watch in movies: massive mountains and pine trees covered in snow and cosy, wooden chalets everywhere.
Ski resort, very expensive. I am staying with a Dutch family who’s lovely! Quite conventional and traditional, the 8-year-old version of me would have loved it! But even though I am pretty much the opposite nowadays, I still enjoy it very much. Had a white family Christmas. With caviar for dinner, which I really like, but missed the usual chester even though I haven’t had one since my last Christmas at home in 2003!
One thing I was dreading in the beginning but turned out to be one of my favourite parts of the day is dinner time! Family dinner. Not only the food is always amazing, but the conversations are a lot of fun too with topics ranging from the kids to music to movies, world issues, etc. Regardless, it’s always filled with jokes after jokes and endless laughter.
Really wish I was going home this Tuesday, had been counting the days for the past week, miss my room- definitely not the flat!, friends, certain men- sort of- but especially my dearest roommie who’s leaving so soon. Don’t mind that much having to stay a bit longer though apart from the fact that I sort of ran out of clothes and can’t buy any here. I brought two pairs of jeans and my favourite has now a massive hole on my left thigh! Have to get another pair as soon as I LAND! well, and get paid, since I have about 8 pounds left in my account and about 3 swiss francs in my wallet which are going towards the last 2 postcards I have to send.
Used my last francs to stock up on Ovomaltine chocolate bars that I got addicted to here and don’t think exist in England and got a few bits and pieces for the roommie. Missed her bday and xmas!
Should go to bed now. Got at least FIVE more days of work ahead of me.
the heart and stomach actually do physically hurt too! The stomach twists in a different way, a sad way and the heart feels like it’s literally breaking into a million little pieces.
