Or: The Commercial Break is Over

I have packed everything. It is incredible how much stuff one can pile up just within a year or a bit less… In February last winter I arrived from Frankfurt with a suitcase and only one paperback Riin had given me, now I own a bagful of books, and another one full of Vogues I simply cannot leave but must take along to my new life. I also have at least 30 kilos of clothes, most of them which I will not be able to wear for a long time now, unless I want to look like a teenager. And in this change of life I am about to make, they would make the wrong costume.

I am listening to the soundtrack of one of my favourite films, The Thomas Crown Affaire, while typing here. It makes me wonder about where this movie I am playing the role of myself is taking me.

I looked up some of my trouser-suits and a couple of fancy skirts when I was visiting Mum back home at Christmas. She also stocks the stuff from my previous lives and I was glad to find them just as they had come from the dry cleaner’s – all waiting for their turn to work with me again, all patiently in their plastic bags… Come to think of it, its like a film production – pick the theme, brush the style, get the crew together.

As you see, the job interview paid off and I am moving again. Last winter I got to Berne and just needed to crash and sleep off my personal production burnout. Call it a creative crisis, holiday, escape or a commercial break – what ever it was it has now come to its full stop. I have taken my stuff to a wonderful new apartement in the highest Swiss mountains an Estonian city girl can ever imagine to be on top of. I have bought yet another pair of new heels. I have changed the soundtrack. So, once again I am taking a four hours train trip with a one way ticket. I am moving to Engadin and this is going to be a long film. So I better sit back and enjoy.