I just watched The Sound of Music again. I suppose that's enough to make any young girl feel a rush of emotion, and yes, I admit to feeling perfectly wonderfully, absolutely jealous, and completely dreadful during all the happy love-y scenes, but you know what struck me most? Their dedication to their homeland.
Austria is awfully close to Switzerland. Now I feel homesick. That terrible sort of lonely feeling when you miss a place so, so much that you absolutely can't bear it, but you must. I felt that last summer when I was there, and now I would give anything to be there. I want to go home! Yet I am home. How can I reconcile wanting the ocean and the forests and the wilderness of this island, and the majesty only the Swiss alps can hold, the distinct feeling that I belong there because I was born there. As if there is an invisible pull to both the place one is born, and the place one grows up up, I feel divided.
But right now, I just miss Switzerland. Die Schweitz, und Thun, und Adelboden! The language, its sweet, sing-song, qaint little sound, no matter how frustrating the barrier. I miss the rivers, and the air, and my family. I miss my dear, sweet Aunt, and my cousins who are so lovely and gentlemanly. I miss missing here and knowing I am there. I miss the lake, and the castle, and the bells. I miss being frustrated at how English has taken over. I miss the nussgipfelli, I miss the cobblestones, and the strange mix of old and new. I miss the trains and the busses and how they are always on time, and I miss how oddly expensive everything is. Not because I like all of those things, though many of them I do, but because it's home. I can't explain it any other way.
It's just a lonely, wonderful, terrible sort of feeling, and yet it is so lovely to be in love with such beautiful countries, to be able to call them my homes, and, in less than 6 months, to be able to vote in both!
In any case, I shall leave you with many hugs and a picture or two of my beloved Switzerland...
I lift up my eyes to the hills- Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.