Switzerland, land of dreams

What is going on?

It seems that lately, I’ve not been doing much blogging (understatement of the year). Of course, this is partly due to the fact that it is winter, and it’s hard to find a moment to take pictures of recently created things while working 40 hours a week. You know the deal, you leave the house in the dark and you come back in the dark. All that is about to change for me though and this is the main reason I’ve not been blogging. I’ve been busy googling the hell out of Switzerland.

Yes, Switzerland, the tiny country in the heart of Europe. After a few years of my husband freelancing while I was employed, we are now reversing roles. Well, sort of. I will certainly look for employment once we have moved, but as of next month, he has a steady job while I will be unemployed/preparing my venture into building a business.

In a way, this is much needed. Not only am I always moaning that I don’t have enough time to fulfil my sewing needs, I’ve also been wanting to dedicate myself to selling self-created things on the internet. With a full-time job, I have just about managed to make clothes for myself. I feel guilty for taking time off in the evenings and on weekends, but I also know that I need that time or I go a bit loopy.

Oh, and did I mention that I really don’t like my full-time job? I wanted a way out for a long time, but never really had the balls to jump in the deep end.

So you just move to Switzerland?

Essentially, yes. It may seem a bit crazy, but I am really looking forward to changing country. I have absolutely loved Berlin for the 6 years I have now been here (6 and a half, to be correct), but this is not the first time I move to a different place.

When I was 22, I moved to the UK. As is always the case, I was meant to be there for 6 months, but ended up staying 3 years. I very much love the UK and there are certainly things from there that I cannot live without now (my husband and UK Hardcore are on top of the list here), despite being German.

Logistically, however, this move will be a lot bigger and take a lot more time. When I took off for the UK, I had one suitcase full of mostly clothes. Now that I am married and have furniture, a move is a completely different animal.

We need to find a flat first, then move our stuff, our kitty and ourselves, while making sure our old flat is whistle-clean and painted a perfect white for inspection by the landlord. I’ll be very glad once I have stopped working, as it will give me more time to sort some of this stuff out.