homeward bound

in the blink of an eye, it's time to head home.

the inevitable farewells have been relatively painless, probably because i've been blessed to have friends who made an effort and there was good closure. not meaning to sound morbid, i don't know when or if we'll see each other again. sure, we're young. sure, the world's shrinking. but would we ever be at the same place at the same time again? beats me. for what it's worth, it's been an amazing 5months and i've made some stellar friendships that took me by surprise.

so in order of (dis)appearance, S was the first to go, then J and N, and after my exam, i'd a tiny farewell tea at bashment. was sneaky and scheduled my friends at hourly intervals so i'd have their undivided attention during each slot. went to bashment at A.Mc's recommendation and had coffee with him and JHD before the italians M&M arrived. and then german A. was especially touched that M came by (with napolitan visitors in tow!) because she was rushing to skavsta herself and had yet to hit the christmas markets. as a fellow female, i understand the pain. had a good time catching up and reminiscing about our time together and then M, A and i went to sneakers & stuff to have one last isabel (raspberry and daim milkshake).

fellow countryman M then sent me to arlanda and very kindly provided porter services en route. spent the night uncomfortably at the airport and took the first flight out to zurich. from zurich i took the scenic route to meet the family in st. moritz. enjoyed two blissful days of apres ski, basically steam sauna and hot tub, and great company. we'd met up with family friends in st. moritz and it was fun catching up with friends i'd not seen since leaving for stockholm. spent two days in zurich and then it was back to stockholm!

had the bonus of a home cooked dinner at casa mcfaull and the tag team of the year put together a scrumptious roast chicken meal. am most impressed by aussie hospitality and ingenuity. and we skyped J in aix and it was a real party. the gentlemen then helped me to the bus (trolley bag in 30cm fresh snow is no joke) and sneaked me on because my season pass had been kidnapped by aforementioned mule, M.

back in my room and attempting to squeeze 5months into a suitcase. people have gone through worse, i'm sure. but this' pretty darn challenging by itself. and i'm scared to go to sleep in case i don't wake up and miss my flight. eep.