Friday letters: officially legal

Wow, Friday has rolled around quickly again this week! I can’t believe we’re already 5 days into June! Although if you ask the weather it seems more like the end of July/beginning of August. It’s supposed to get up to 33°C today! Apart from my cold, which is still lingering annoyingly, this has been a good week. Yesterday was a holiday in Baden-Württemberg (where I work) but not in Basel, so I was able to go shopping. Then I got to laze around for the rest of the day. And on Wednesday I received an invitation from the Amt für Migration for my “welcome to Switzerland” meeting. It also contained a temporary copy of my residence permit – the real one will be handed out to me at the meeting. So as long as I remain employed in Germany, I’m allowed to stay. Hurrah! (The title of this post is slightly misleading – I wasn’t actually illegal before – as an EU citizen I can be in Switzerland without a residence permit for 3 months). And now letters.

Mail boxDear scales. I know I’ve been indulging way too often since I moved (Swiss cheese why must you be so tasty?), but I wasn’t expecting to see that number when I stepped on the scales! Time to start watching what I eat again!

Dear Swiss migration people. Thanks for letting me stay with my boyfriend! (Anyone who’s planning on moving to Switzerland with a partner, I’ll be writing a guide on how to do it soon).

Dear Switzerland. How can one country contain so much beauty? I am in awe! (The only thing you’re missing is the sea. Switzerland on the coast would be the best thing ever!)

Dear cold. I’m sick of you now. Please just go away!

I actually can’t think of anything else right now – it’s been a fairly uneventful week. Storms are forecast for tomorrow so we probably won’t be going anywhere, but there’s a flea market in the Markthalle on Sunday that I’m hoping to go to. I hope you all have a great weekend. Happy Friday, everyone.


Friday letters – busy, busy, busy

Oh, hi! Sorry for the lack of posts over the last few days. Work has been craaazy. To the extent that I was up at 5:30 a.m. today and yesterday so I could go in early and get stuff done. It’s only half an hour earlier than I usually get up, but my “normal” time of 6 a.m., but somehow it just kills me. As I’m sure you can imagine, the weekend is very welcome this week!

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Dear boyfriend. Now that your paper deadline has passed, I hope that you’ll be able to spend at least a little less time working so I can spend some time with you!

Dear Newcastle United. I know Yohan Cabaye has been sold, but please don’t panic and forget how to play. The last thing we want is another derby day loss! (Especially considering how far below us the Scum *ahem* Sunderland are in the table).

Dear scales. Your number has been slowly creeping up for a couple of weeks now, but today was the highest weight you’ve shown me since August! I would like to believe you’re lying to me, but in reality I know exactly how much cake, chocolate and clotted cream I’ve been eating recently…

Dear unhealthy food. Why must you be so tasty? Cream, butter and bacon just make meals taste So. Much. Better. Is it any wonder my weight (and waist line) have taken a turn for the worse recently?

Dear godson. The videos that your mother posted on facebook are very cute, but you’re growing up far too fast! What’s with all this walking and saying actual words? I wish I could see you more often…

Dear February. Welcome! I’m hoping you’ll be a more exciting month than your brother, January.

That’s all from me for today. I hope next week I’ll have both the time and the inspiration to keep up with my blog better. Happy weekend, everyone!