This is the end. My Swiss Lark has officially ended and what a lark it wasn't. My time in Switzerland was difficult. I was surrounded by liars. I was in an essentially abusive work situation. I was alone a great deal of time and when I wasn't, I didn't know if I could trust who I was with to relax too much. Unfortunately, the human desire to belong overrode my decisions at times and I trusted where I later felt I shouldn't have. I feel a subtle grieving period beginning - for the friendships that never quite solidified, for the disappointment, for leaving a place
so beautiful in its isolation both physical and (more so) politically. Mostly, though, I will grieve quietly, even subconsciously for what it could have been, what I hoped it would be and it was not. Swiss Lark.
