(Scarlett’s POV)
I'm twenty again, standing in my dorm room with my suitcase open on the bed. My hands shake as I fold clothes I've never worn before – sweaters, thick tights, boots for walking through snow.
The Switzerland exchange program. Six months in Zurich that has me nervous and excited in equal measure.
I pick up the wool scarf I bought for the trip – soft gray cashmere, nothing like the colorful ones I saw in the mall. I'd practiced wrapping it different ways - around my neck, over my hair, and just slung over my shoulder - until my legs started to ache, and my eyes burned, and yet still am not satisfied.
After the twentieth attempt, I call it quits. Dragging my suitcase out of my bedroom, I bid farewell to my parents, and hop in a taxi.
The airport buzzes with early morning
