on feeling overfed and fabulous

and so it ends.

I left the house last night after singing "Ein Männlein steht im Walde" one last time, hopped on my scooter, taste of beef of broccoli quiche still in my mouth, the slightest hint of a sunburn on my shoulder, and zipped down to bid adieu to my friends once more in the best possible way: an under attended American redux concert.

These seven months were fine. I met some people, burned some bridges, saw some things, and did what most people do in seven months. I learned a lot about parenting, marriage, and "real life" and decided that, well, maybe I don't have to be in any rush.

That being said, it seems like my kind-of gap year (which turned into two) is coming to an end. Bigger, better things are afoot, and I couldn't be more excited.

an immediate afterthought

I just completed an entire (work)week eating a raw vegan diet. might that be contributing to my apocalyptic attitude? perhaps.

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm gonna go
when the volcano blows
-Jimmy Buffett


Photo Credit: Árni Sæberg, Icelandic Coast Guard

A mere week ago I was blasting these wise words of my main man Jimmy, relishing one of the few springy days we've had in Switzerland and dreaming of the fabulous spring and summer awaiting me in what was then only three weeks!

Now I'm not one to cause a fuss, but this volcano thing has got me thinking uncharacteristically apocalyptic thoughts.

What if it goes on for 14 months, like it did almost 200 years ago?
Will we see a resurgence of freight-liners?
(this recalls images of the Titanic: opulence, good. but that death and destruction thing...)
What if the glacier next door melts?

and, you know, most importantly, when am I going to get to New York?

let's see how this pans out. Until then I think I will make myself a bloody mary and listen to more Jimmy. hypothetically that's how I would ride out the end of the world anyway, so why not rehearse?