settling

You know that feeling you get when you're walking around a city, and you know you're not going to get lost just trying to find the train station? Yeah, it's a great feeling.

I won't claim to know Geneva as well as I know the Bay Area or anything, but it certainly feels good to not have to walk around with my nose in a map, or try to find an English-speaking person to get directions from.

We've been here thirty-seven days now (I swear I have not been keeping track, I only counted just now), and it's starting to feel like we actually live here. Mostly, I feel like this is just an incredibly cool, extended vacation, but now that we're all settling into some kind of routine, it's starting to feel like life.

Did I mention that we found a semi-permanent house? We're planning on staying there at least until January... it's a short term rental, and depending on how much we like the place and such, we may stay longer. It's this two hundred year old row house in an eleven hundred year old town called Perroy (which is right near Rolle--where my dad works--which is about half way between Geneva and Lausanne). The house is right across the street from a little market and an amazing bakery, and the town is this adorable, postcard village in the middle of cornfields and vineyards--but only ten minutes away from the decent-sized town of Rolle.

It'll be a bit of a slug for me to get to school everyday, but I don't mind. I'm just glad that once we move in on Sunday, I can stop living out of my suitcase, and actually know where all my stuff is.

It's kinda bizarre to think of two places as home now. I mean, Menlo Park is where I grew up, it's definitely my home, but Switzerland is beginning to feel so comfortable now.