Living and Learning

In our first five days, we haven’t gone further than a couple of kilometers from our house. The reasons (or excuses) are that I haven’t gotten my train pass yet because it requires passport pictures, which I also haven’t gotten yet. Also, the train station is just far enough away to make it a challenging, though doable, walk with all the kids. Ideally we would all have bikes by now, which is how everyone gets around here, but the bike store is closed until next week because the owner is on vacation, and Emily and James don’t know how to ride bikes without training wheels anyway. So, at this rate, we won’t be going anywhere for several more weeks.

Fortunately, within our very small radius, there are two creeks, a swimming complex, the kids schools, and several neighborhood families with kids. Also, our shipment from America came, so the kids have at least a few more toys to play with. After over a month with just the items in their backpacks, it was like Christmas in August.

Our first week in Switzerland has been a balancing act of failure and success. If you define failure as doing something wrong, then that happens several times a day. In fact, the first time we do anything, we inevitably do it wrong. For example, every time we go to the grocery store, which Joe and I have been taking turns doing each day, we do something wrong: going through the express lane with way too many items, bringing up more items than I had the cash for (they don’t take our credit card), not having the right coin to unlock the grocery cart, etc. (Incidently, since we don’t have bikes yet, we also have to carry all of our groceries home over a kilometer in our backpack and grocery sacks, which makes me feel like I did a 250 rod portage in the Boundary Waters!)

We have also failed to get Swiss phones, internet access, or a bank account, some of which require a residence permit that is going to take a couple of weeks to secure. I got lost with all three kids trying to walk to a nearby playground. Oh, and I fried my hair straightener by plugging it into the wrong electrical converter.

Compared to our failures, our successes seem trivial. But you have to count all the small accomplishments that we take for granted back home. Like understanding a conversation with neighbors on the street (check), cooking a meal with no recognizable measuring tools and instructions in a different language (check), and figuring out the school supply lists (check).

The kids start school a week from monday(!) and it feels like we won’t have done anything. But, then again, we have moved to a new country, and I guess that counts for something.