Starting over yet again, today is my third day (ish) in Switzerland.
Or- should I say my first real day in Switzerland? I have spend the last two hibernating on my bed watching Netflix. Today- I finally ventured the three steps to the train station, and payed the exorbitant 8 franks for the twenty minute train into the city. My mission: getting my bank account, residence permit, sim card ( cell number) and documents from my new job.
Three hours later and…. I have a new cell phone!
Baby steps. It might not seem like much and yes being able to open my bank account would have been great, but being able to text with friends back home and generally connect with the world is a good first step. In about 30 minutes, or more if I get lost, I will head over to my new office and pick up some employment documents ( also potentially meet my boss). This fills me with irrational terror. Ill get over it. Does everyone feel this way the first few days in a new country? Not sure, but it is pretty standard for me.
At the moment I am recovering from my mornings “adventure” by sitting in Starbucks writing this post. I used to be one of those people who judged Americans for going to Starbucks when traveling abroad. Now I understand. Sometimes, in order to be brave and venture into the unknown, we need to be able to retreat into the relatively known and constant world of Starbucks. Where the coffee is expensive and the wifi is free.
I have lots more to do and a language ( or two- Swiss German O.o ) to learn before I can be at home here. But for today, I got a Swiss number , and that will have to be progress enough.