Radiation

I am currently sitting in the living room of my parents chalet, an hour up a very large mountain outside of Luzern. I have come up here for the last four weekends, mainly just to get as far away from work as I can, the farther away I am, the better I sleep. I also like to come up here because the chalet is three times the size of my apartment and is surrounded by rolling green hills filled with cows, which are then protected by snow-capped alps. It’s a lot like spending your weekend in a Bob Ross painting. Not to mention Dr. Sylvia put in a Nespresso machine. I have really needed these weekend trips up here and am definitely not taking it for granted that I have a place like this to come to. It’s hard not to recognize that in two months weekend escapes to the Alps aren’t going to be possible, so I am trying my damnedest to suck in all the serenity that these weekends allow me.

I am pretty sure that the beginning to the end of my time spent here happened a while ago, but I am really just starting to realize it now. This is actually my last week alone, which is so crazy to me. I have spent this last year in solitude, more or less a semi-hermit, and now, in six days it call comes to an end. Next Saturday Skipper and I rejoin forces, on Sunday my parents fly in from San Francisco, Tuesday is The Bake-Off, and at six o’clock that evening my life gets a whole lot easier, kind of. Dr. Sylvia doesn’t leave until the end of July, and then August is going to be spent with Chung and my grandparents in Basel, with a guest appearance from MFP. It’s going to be nice not to be alone.

As for the absence of the blog these last couple weeks, well, simply put, I haven’t had anything to write. The last two weeks have been dedicated to all my written final exams and building my showpiece. Exams went the way I thought they would, I kicked ass on the decoration exam, hopefully passed my food science written exam, and am pretty sure I failed math (I would like to note that I am not bad at math, just not great at German word problems). I charmed my way through my Food Science verbal exam, and left with the experts shaking my hand, and telling me how well I had done (which is proof how far a smile can get you seeing how I didn’t even know what the make-up of milk was when they asked me).
My Politics, Law, Economics and “Culture” finals didn’t go too well (the assholes wouldn’t let me use my English-German dictionary), but that was expected and I have no regrets. So that just leaves The Bake-Off, and this next week is just prep, prep, prep, and then just hope for the best.

In regards to my showpiece, I am surprised to say it is actually turning out to be pretty awesome. I have also decided to dedicate it to my sister, Dede, since she won’t be able to make it to The Bake-Off, and is for sure the first person to support the whole pirate life-theme from the beginning. I hope you feel special Dede, it’s not everyday that you get a two-foot chocolate pirate sculpture dedicated in your honor, and to be honest, I think I might have just broken even with the scrapbook. Ok, maybe not even.

I get the feeling that my life is about to swell in the next couple of weeks, and I think I am ready for it. Time has pushed me this far and I am ready to just push through this next week and rock the hell out of The Bake-Off. A couple of weeks ago I realized that there is no time like the present to start being the person you want to be. In the next few months my whole life is going to change, and there seems to be no better time but now to step up and radiate.