OK, a moment of honesty.
As awesome as Switzerland is (think snowy days, travel, chocolate, new friends, and cultural experiences),
living abroad alone is hard.
No one here has known me for more than 4 months (although I have made some great friends!), German is not an easy language to learn, and there are cultural quirks that I just flat-out don't like.
There have been awesome experiences and incredible people, but there are also frustrations and homesickness. Part of the reason that I wanted to live abroad was to experience as much of life as possible in as many places as I could. That is certainly happening. But it can be hard sometimes to fight the tough days and remember the great things about life here.
I am feeling ambitious.
In the spirit of living life to the fullest (and increasing the pathetically few number of posts that I have written so far), I am going to regularly share and celebrate what was the inspiration for this blog in the first place...the simple things in life. The ones that teach you, inspire you, and just plain make you smile. Every Sunday (because, yup, alliteration makes me happy), I will post something new for Simple Sundays, a celebration of life's simple pleasures. Feel free to add your own in the comments.
Starting right now...
1. Cookies that never become cookies
On Friday I announced rather randomly to my coworker that I wanted to make cookies. Having worked with me for a few months now, he is used to my out-of-the-blue outbursts and proclamations, so he just looked up from his computer, nodded, and told me to have fun.
What he didn't know was that behind that random proclamation was an absolute love of baking, and the fact that I haven't baked anything since I've been here because, well, I don't have any baking supplies. I left most things at home or told Katie to take them to Thailand, figuring that I could use the precious little space I had in my luggage for other things (not something I would recommend to anyone moving to Switzerland, by the way, unless you want to spend a small fortune restocking your kitchen). But the time had come.
I longed for my favorite dessert cookbook (also gathering dust somewhere in my parents' house, along with every other cookbook I own...not sure what exactly I was thinking when I packed) but I settled for a peanut butter cookie recipe that I found on Pinterest. Four ingredients. Ten minutes in the oven. Done. Cookies.
However, after the dough was made, I decided to just have one teeny tiny little bite of dough while I was waiting for the oven to finish preheating.
Tasted just like those peanut butter balls that I used to make with my mom as a kid. I'm pretty sure those peanut butter balls started my obsession with peanut butter.
So I took another bite. And another. And before I knew it I had given up on the whole baking idea in lieu of keeping a bowl of peanut butter cookie dough in the fridge to snack on.
An excellent decision.
Kelly is an American teacher living in Switzerland and enjoying everything the country has to offer.