Going Home

I have been quiet yesterday since I am in a scheduling chaos in the moment. Friday is another Highschool reunion, so much for not looking back, I have agreed to attend. I will fly into Düsseldorf on Friday and will return to my fashionable exile of Geneva on Sunday evening. I have a total of 45 hours at home and I honestly have no clue how I will be able to manage to see all the people I want to see. I already grouped some of them, so I will save some time. Rather 3 hours of brunch with 4 people than 4 coffee dates 90 minutes each, plus too much coffee makes me very bouncy.

I want to see: my grandmother, my mother in-law, yes we are on speaking terms and get along fine, my good friend Ruth, my best man Hendrik, Matthäus, Viktoria, Marc, Jens...., plus I need to have my Currywurst, need to go clubbing, a proper club not the Genevan kind, enjoy my lavish hotel room, harass the room service, do a little shopping bla bla bla.

Oh dear how am I supposed to manage all that with 24 hours gone on sleep alone, at least two hours a day spent on maintanance etc.

I am a person to pitty. ;)