You know those mornings when you hear the clock chime 07:00 and you wonder whether you’ve actually slept at all? Your eyes appear to be cemented shut and your body seems to be rendered immobile due to some kind of sleep-deprived paralysis. Not even semi awake and you’re already wondering how you’re going to get through the day.
Well, that was me on Saturday morning.
I did not feel good.
Not helped by an empty fridge, piles of washing to do and a husband with ears oblivious to cries of children and eyes blind to bored toddler-caused chaos.
I did not feel good at all.
But how to turn a bad day good?
I worry that, because I’m not overly happy living in Zürich, I might give you the wrong impression of the city. It might not be the easiest place to live at times but, and it’s a big BUT, it’s undoubtably beautiful and a simple morning’s stroll has the ability to lift even the gloomiest of moods.
So that’s what we did.
We took a leisurely walk along the lake, stopped for a tasty treat and a much-needed shot of caffeine, and enjoyed the city that we’ve never really called home but will always have a fondness for nevertheless.
It feels like we’re slowly starting to say our goodbyes. Every thing we do now … every walk … every visit … well, it could possibly be our last.
Eleven weeks left to fill with as many farewells as possible.