Architecture, of sorts...

"We're creatures of routine, and the only way to jar ourselves from the repetitive nature of our actions and thoughts is to find new people in new places and live there with them."
- Michael Winter, The Architects are Here

I (Swiss Miss) like it when the right book hits at the right time. In Lausanne, for example, when I was so miserable it dawned on me that misery is actually a kind of verb, I read The Bell Jar. You might think that would be a bad idea -- depressed writer in strange city reads about depressed writer in strange city, the spiral continues -- but it was fantastic! Perhaps it was because it was a great book, perhaps it was because I felt slightly superior to the protagnoist as I was not in a psychiatric hospital receiving electric shock treatment, but either way the book stuck with me, and it helped. MW's Architects is having a similar effect at the moment, and though the parallels aren't as obvious this time around, there's something to be said for the oblique connections between me here in Zurich and a Newfoundlander moose-hunter whose Toronto house explodes...

All that to say that Swiss Mister and I are feeling a certain spirit of adventure and newness, and this city is starting to seem like a very good decision.

All that and...
1) We have a proto-friend! Sarah the bartender and her boyfriend have invited us over to their house for drinks! On Wednesday! Yaaaay!
2) I am enrolling in German school! I visited two schools today, and I'll start classes at one of them in another week.
3) Daniel Libeskind's office is a few blocks from our temporary apartment. If I'm bored, I might go over and let him know what I think about the Crystal...