Home Sweet Home
I moved into the flat yesterday. By “moved in”, I mean most of my stuff is there, I have a motley and assorted collection of furniture, much of which is still boxed and flatpacked in the hallway, and I slept in the new bed last night. Maybe I’m really tired, maybe I’m finally home, or maybe [redacted] francs just buys you a damn good bed, but last night marked the first time I’ve ever slept through my first night in a new place.
Then I woke up and sat out on the balcony for a few minutes, to look over the city and the mountains before starting my day. I think I'm going to like it here.
Pictures are still to follow. I took a few yesterday morning. However, the cable I need to connect the camera to the computer so I can actually get the photos edited and online is packed. Somewhere. Ah, well. It's an amazing view. Trust me on this one.
Yesterday marked the first time I've driven in Zürich, to go get a bunch of must-have stuff at Ikea and to pick up a free sofa bed out in Niederhasli. My impressions: 1. it's a pretty reasonable place to drive around, although parking is incredibly scarce in the city, as it should be; 2. Zurich's suburbs look very nearly American from behind the wheel of a van; 3. it takes a frighteningly short drive from the center of the city to get you out in the cornfields stuck behind a tractor; and 4. I understand now why most of the people I know who drive here do so via GPS. I've driven through one particular intersection in Milchbuck from every conceivable angle. I've seen more of Oerlikon than I'd like to have. And it's quicker to walk from the Hauptbahnhof to the ETH Hauptgebaude than the way I drove it, although to be fair I often do not take quite so many wrong turns when walking it.
Next up: assembling Ikea furniture. Again.
