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Dear FutureMe,
It's about 85 days until I am Europa-bound. As I write this, I already feel like it is from the past. I can feel the brain development that is about to occur; As much as I think I already know, it is nothing in the face of all that I will learn.
Right now I am overwhelmed by the amount of things that need to be done before this can occur; nervous about the kantonal and course registration process, the furniture acquisition, the insurance plans, the everything bureaucratic. I am trying to remember the future does not happen all at once, I can take these things one day at a time (more or less) and really just reval in the "look how far we've come" of it all.
My wish is that by now, about three months after your arrival, you are now feeling a bit more in the groove. Are you going to have a Thanksgiving? Even just a little one would be sweet. Enjoy that crisp autumn at least. It's peak cute coat season!! Revel in that.
It's hard to write a letter to you, Future Self, when I know not what sort of emotional state to find you in. At worst I imagine some sort of totally frazzled pre-finals academic who registered for way too many courses, still has her suitcases on the floor, and is financially over her head. If that is you, I am sorry. Deep breath. Things will come together. This advice from other people always sucks, but when it comes from yourself, maybe it sucks less: Find the silver lining. You are in Switzerland. Better to be stressed in Basel than stuck anywhere else, no?
If that is not you, and you are managing just fine, wooohooo!!!! Enjoy! enjoy! enjoy! Take pictures and smell the crisp air. Kiss your sweet boy and take it all in. Can you believe there is no more ocean between you and no return flight pending? I am sincerely jealous. Well deserved!
That is all for now. Be glad you're not sitting in MSM right now. Lord! Many hugs and kisses.
Ciao,
Ava
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