Hometown
Coming back to where I've spent my childhood and adolescence always comes with memories of how things once were. A certain kind of nostalgia and flashes of who I once was and the reality I used to live.
It brings things to an interesting perspective. On one side, it allows me to observe my reality in Europe from a distance, and it also brings me to realize how much I have changed since the last times I've been around here.
My last visit was during the first corona lockdown. I spontaneously flew to Brazil three days before Switzerland closed up - March 2020.
Until then, I still had a job and a home in Zurich. I was supposed to spend three weeks here, ended up spending nearly three months.
I left Brazil end of May to go back to Switzerland to finalize my last projects at work (I had been laid off due to the pandemic cost-cutting need), sell my furniture and give the keys to the girl who overtook my apartment.
When returning from Brazil, I had no idea yet what was to come. As of July 2020, it was a blank page.
So much has happened since then. Being back here is making me look back at the experiences I've lived since I came last.
What had started as a completely uncertain, blank page turned out to become a book of opportunities. Opportunities I didn't even know existed.
Since then, I've been living as a Hotel Nomad (link on bio for more info of what that means) and covered over 15 hotels. So many learnings about myself, others and life itself.
Happy to be back here again and get new insights into the next doors to open 💫
….one week later….
It has been a week since I‘ve arrived where I grew up, where my family still resides, where 12 years ago I left to start the first adventure of many.
The last lifestyle change is probably one of the boldest I’ve jumped in. A discovery in so many levels (repeatedly) - detaching from what would typically be expected of me, releasing the need for a fixed home, living on my expenses, creating work and homes along the way—trusting unknown individuals along the way.
As mentioned in one of my previous posts, coming back to where I grew up always allows me to reflect and see things from a distance. And I confess, this past week hasn’t been an easy one.
The kilos I gained with constantly eating in restaurants added to internal stress due to doubts if this would/will all work out became evident. Internal chit chats and a rollercoaster of emotions...
I‘m in love with the lifestyle I‘ve been living the past 1,5 years - the freedom, the opportunity of getting to know so many individuals - of different backgrounds and perspectives - breathtaking places, various ways of making business and living—daily learnings, about myself, others, and life itself. Every day a museum day, everyday something to add to the records of life. A variation of the dream life I envision.
However, this is also linked with challenges of different degrees: logistics has become an essential daily practice. The uncertainties related to the lifestyle sometimes scares the hell out of me - financial aspects, professional development, places to reside - high levels of trust is needed (not without internal fears and doubts). Having had to abdicate security, stability and even friendships sometimes still hurt. My body has also been feeling compromised, with long periods without menstruating and retaining the stress internally.
Coming back to the „nest“ allows me to slow down, rest, and reflect on what was, what is, and what can still become. Adjustments will be needed. A period of mental and physical turbulence until a new pattern, a new balance, a new me attains stabilization again.