note: the following post was written about a month ago in the train, but i didn't actually get around to posting it until just now.
it's very short and also unedited, so just consider it a snapshot of my feelings at the moment.
I'm in the Gotthard Tunnel on a very long train ride, and I'm riding alone so I have plenty to write in my journal and plenty of time to do it. it's the nice thing about trains, the ability to always write and to lose yourself in writing. it's different from a plane or a bus or a car or really anything else.
and i just realized something-- I am in love with the trains.
I am in love with German and Italian and French. I am in love with chocolate and cheese and traveling and multilingual greetings and watches and history and snow. I am in love with strong mountains, fields that never end, villages nestled deep in valleys and streams bluer than the sky in summer.
it's just wonderful, beautiful, and I realize that what I am really in love with is Switzerland.
I am in love with this country.
and a part of my heart will always be here,
because Switzerland has changed me.
and I don't want my old life back.