Excited for Another Trip to Switzerland – (just a few thoughts and reflections)

So right now, I find myself sitting before a computer screen writing another blog post. It’s been a while. It feels a little awkward to be honest. I’m wanted to try to pick up where I left off, but there’s so much that has happened since then, and so much that will happen tomorrow, and the next day, week, month, etc. I can’t possibly sum up everything in a single blog post.

I’ll have to just simply start fresh.

So here goes…

I come to write again because I’m at a point in my life where changes are fixing to take place. Not that I haven’t had any recently – believe me, I’ve had more than my share of changes for the year. Anyhow, the biggest change of all is my new upcoming trip to Europe, more specifically, to Switzerland. (Just can’t seem to stay away.) It happened suddenly though, really. I live in Florida, see, and had to escape that hurricane last month (it was a nightmare of a storm, but the house and neighborhood are in tact, and all is fine as if there was almost never a storm to begin with). I had gotten lots of texts from friends checking on me, asking about the storm, where we evacuated to, etc. One of these people was from Switzerland. She expressed her concern about the hurricane, remembering that I lived in Florida. Back when I first ventured abroad I had stayed with this wonderful Swiss family whom I’ve never forgotten. This was the mother of whom I had watched her three boys.

We’ve kept contact over the past three years or so since I returned to the States, but being in different countries, six hours apart, living completely separate lives can play a challenging role into staying in frequent contact.  At times, it’s been on and off.. yet here again, I got a message from her, asking about my safety and sending her prayers for my family. I thanked her, gave her updates and also asked about how things were doing on her side. It was in her next reply that she invited to come stay beginning late December until late March. She would cover the flight and pick me up at the airport, even giving me extra money to spend.

I was ecstatic. After talking it over with my parents and getting the okay, I replied back that I would love to come. It was her turn to get excited and she called me on WhatsApp and we talked all about. It was so good to hear her voice again, laughing and chattering. She said whenever her family thinks of having someone stay with them, the boys always want me to come back.

“Wow, they still remember me?”

“Jaa, of course, they do!” she said.  “Oh, Jennifer, we never forget you. We still have your drawing hanging on the wall in the living room. We never forget about you.”

These words warmed my heart. The drawing she was referring to was the one I had done of her middle child. I had brought my sketchpad along with me at the time, anticipating to draw/sketch while I was over there, perhaps some scenery or people…making memories. Her son had asked if I could draw him. I smiled at the then 11-year-old. “Sure, but I gotta take your picture.” And held up my camera. He wasn’t one for getting his picture taken, but he adjusted himself and ‘click’, I got the shot I needed. A few days later I presented the finished portrait to him and he was blown away. His mom even took me to the store to help pick out the frame and background colors. She wanted to hang it on the wall. I was honored.

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Part of me had done this on purpose. I didn’t want them to forget me. I can’t say how many times I’ve been hurt when people forget about me. I hope to always leave a mark where I’ve been, to have touched someone’s life in some kind of way, to make sure that even if I’m not always meant to stay in their life, that they will never forget me. I know things may not always stay the same.. things don’t always last, and I can’t hang on to everyone. But boy it feels good when you’re missed…when you’re loved… when you’re wanted. I look forward to my visit with them very much and perhaps I shall bond with them even more.

Their goodbye present
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one of the last pictures we had made together

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And this time(!) I’d like to record the journey and share it with others. I shall do my best. It isn’t easy for me to journal, blog, vlog, post to instagram, twitter, etc. I’m terrible at it. I mean, after all, I work 2 jobs, study German, balance family life and friends, play guitar, write poetry, paint and make artwork, dance in my spare time… whew! It feels impossible sometimes and I only have so many hours in a day.

But this time(!!) I’m going to do it. I want to do it. I will do it.

And that’s a promise ❤

 

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An artistic musician who enjoys writing about her travels while capturing magical moments in life with her camera. She also likes to eat ketchup with everything.

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