To look life in the face

I was so angry (and still am) with myself on Saturday. What was supposed to be a nice trip to the Musee de l'Elysee turned out to be a regretful one. Somebody stole my scarf! Right, there wasn't a Garderobe, there was only a clothes rack behind the front door. I did think once (not twice) before hanging my coat and my scarf there. Should I take the scarf with me? But then I though, "Oh well, it's Switzerland!" Besides, everybody else left their coats there.

Thing is, it's not JUST a scarf. It's a cashmere. And not JUST a cashmere scarf, it's a gift from Dad. He may not remember having bought me that, but it means something to me. A LOT to me. You see, it's different. If I had bought it myself, no matter how expensive it may cost, it would hurt, but not as much as this. This is like tearing a part of myself away.

(It's 10:45 pm here in Lausanne, and it's snowing outside)

On a different note, I decided to send off my application for security access at the CHUV. It'll be for another few months of what I hope will be experiments that'll pay off. I haven't yet received my new Autorisation de sejour (permit) which I would need for the application, but that could take up to months to reach me. So we decided it was best to send a copy of my work contract instead. Now that was tough - I'd search my apartment and my desk, and still could see no sign of it. I decided I'd misplaced it. Until I got home today only to find my new permit waiting in the letter box! Of course for the sake of myself, I decided it would be best anyway to find that work  contract. And it took me no longer than 5 mins rummaging through my bedside table.

Was it meant to be that I wouldn't find my work contract until today? Then is it meant to be that I lose the scarf?  

A whole week with students. What nostalgia! It is almost like teaching a bunch of ourselves three years ago! I'm so tired. I'll go skiing tomorrow.

Still have yet to find the time to make that truffle honey… it's been sitting around for almost two months now.

Sometimes, love is not a good enough reason for two people to stay together. Well, in our case, love is the reason why two people should not stay together. Or should I say, the absence of 'love'. I am glad I am pulling my emotions out of the game. Am I being too dreamy when I say I will finally find 'the one'? Does 'the one' actually exist? 

I was so pissed today because I lost my scarf. A cashmere scarf, but not just that - it was given to me by my dad. He might not remember giving it to me, but it was a very warm scarf that meant A LOT to me. I cannot believe why someone would want to steal it - in a photography museum! That is simply uncultured! What did I do to deserve this?

Does it pay to be good?