First impressions, stream-of-consciousness style.
My Twingo made it all the way in one piece and looks adorable parked between the Bentleys and Jags. The travel stickers on the back are a particularly nice touch. The man at the border was friendly when welcoming me into his country. Switzerland is grey and wet and freezing cold this time of year. But the forest behind the hotel is perfect to run in. Although my ears did almost fall off. There is no bathrobe in my room, which defeats the entire purpose of hotel stays. Food is good, though pricey. I dare to dream that one day all hotels will provide free internet. My new country of residence requires me to go through extensive administrative torture, all in the first week, and I have no idea when I will actually manage to go to the office. Fitting an entire life's worth of belongings inside a single hotel bedroom (seriously, a single) is harder that solving world hunger. Switzerland has this "glocal" website for expats which looks like it will do wonders for my social life (I hope). My German skills have so far managed to get me through the day without intense embarrassment or imminent danger. But I'm dying for some English TV channels (CSI in German is only half comprehensible).
Oh, and I got rejected by my first agent. Although I suppose Switzerland is not to blame for that.
Never mind, at least now I have some serious aspiring novelist street cred.