Miss of the Swiss

ramblings from a Chicago girl adjusting to the Swiss life...

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Dec 20

It’s 7:30am on my second day of winter break. I’ve baked peanut butter/choc chip bars, banana muffins, scrubbed the bathroom, and organized all of the cupboards. Still have so much to do. Trying not to be too homesick and make this holiday season a fun one for Baby H.

If you live or have lived away from your home country during the holidays, what did you do to help you feel less distant and alone?


Dec 12

I got mail from the state a few weeks ago telling me that: “Your child is now 14 months old. Isn’t it time you started thinkng about another child?”

Are you kidding me?! As if I didn’t feel left out enough already with all of my friends pregnant with their 2nd (or 3rd) child or planning their pregnancy…

As if I don’t get enough pressure from society to have another child. Now the state sends me official mail to get with it already.

What’s wrong with wanting only one child?

I love my Baby H and am 100% happy with our family the way it is right now. So please just let us be.


Dec 11

During a staff meeting today, my boss told the staff that she “felt sad for children who had to go to daycare from 7-5 five days a week” knowing full well that my daughter is in that position. I don’t think any parent wants their child to be in daycare that much, but sometimes there’s no other option. I hate missing out on so much, but right now there’s nothing I can do but make sure the time I do spend with her is quality.

Anway, after the staff meeting, my boss pulled me aside and told me I would never be able to accomplish what I want to because my German will “never be good enough” and my “commute is too long to have when you have a child to take care of”. 

Don’t ever tell me I can’t do something. Don’t ever tell me something isn’t possible.

I was born and raised in the country where everything is possible (or at least we think it is). I was raised in a place where I learned to pull myself up by my first pair of bootstraps. 

I can do anything I set my mind to


Dec 9

Living abroad.

I sometimes think that people who don’t have to work can get by a little bit easier. It’s easier to hide and stay in your own little world. You can spend your time Skyping with friends from back home, go out shopping or just for fun at night. You can really ignore the whole “integration” aspect of living in a foreign country. I hear them talk about their multiple trips “back home” a year when I struggle to make it happen even once. Sure, I admit that a part of me is a bit jealous.

I admit I also wonder how it is to be together with a partner who is of the same culture as you. What’s it like knowing you won’t be living in this country forever? To know that eventually you and your partner will move back to the country you both share as a home? I admit that a part of me wishes I would have chosen an American partner. Part of me wishes Mr. C could relate to me in ways that only other Americans can. But I also know that no relationship is perfect and even if we were of the same culture, we would still have issues to deal with.

And to be honest I wouldn’t want that life. I like being forced out there everyday. I like that I was forced to learn the language and forced to integrate. Do I like it here everyday? Hardly. But at the end of the day I can be proud of who I am and what I’ve accomplished in my two and a half years living abroad. I guess that’s all that really matters.


Sep 20

I’ve been home sick the past two days. Being sick has led to me lying down and having too much time on my hands. You know what happens when I have too much time on my hands…I start to get really homesick and start daydreaming about how I can make some big changes here. There are lots of positives to living here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss certain things. I miss living in a city…an American city. I miss living near the ocean. I miss sunny days.

I’m not ready for Swiss fall/winter yet. Please come back, sun!


Sep 1

Living Abroad

Sometimes I get a little jealous of married couples who are from the same country. Even if they live abroad, there’s always that reassurance that eventually they’ll go back.


Aug 25

I’ve lived in Switzerland for two years, but there are still some things I struggle to understand about life here. One of these things is that so many people here seem to be almost embarrassed by their own emotions. An example:

Mr. C is in the hospital. He’s pretty sick. Well, today his mostly absent sister (I’ve seen her max five times in these two years…she’s seen Baby H once) was visiting him. As she was leaving, he said “It sure was nice to see you. Thanks for coming to visit.” Her response? “Well, yeah…it’s Sunday and it’s not nice weather so I didn’t have anything else to do. That’s why I could come.”

What the hell? What’s wrong with just saying “Of course! You’re my brother and I love you. Want you to be okay.” 

I realize this is a cultural difference and one reaction is not better or worse than the other. But having said that, I sure am glad that I react the way that I do…


Aug 21

I want to move back, but I don’t know if it’s the best for Baby H or not. It’s the best for me…this I know. But I can’t just think about me anymore. I want to go back to teaching in the city. I want to work with the HIV positive folks on the weekday nights. 

I know it’s much more violent there. I know that the schools are not as good there…

But if it’s better for me would it automatically be better for Baby H?


Aug 5
Seriously…how do the majority of Swiss people not like peanut butter? I bought peanut butter m&ms while I was in America and am planning to make peanut butter brownies with peanut butter m&ms inside. When I mention this to folks here, you would think I just told them I was going to make brownies from a tub of lard! Don’t these people know pb is delicious?!

Seriously…how do the majority of Swiss people not like peanut butter? I bought peanut butter m&ms while I was in America and am planning to make peanut butter brownies with peanut butter m&ms inside. When I mention this to folks here, you would think I just told them I was going to make brownies from a tub of lard! Don’t these people know pb is delicious?!


May 17

Soon it will be two years since I first came to Switzerland. The longer I live here, the more I realize I can never really go back to life in the US…at least not the way I used to know it. For now, this is my home. For the good and the bad, this is home. 

I guess one of the biggest changes I’ve noticed is that more and more I’m beginning to consider it home. Don’t get me wrong…I still have days where I want nothing more than to be back in Boston with my friends and familiar surroundings, and to be honest I doubt that will ever change. But I also know that my friends have moved on with their lives there since I’ve left. The surroundings have become less familiar with time. Lives go on and it’s important to make peace with this and let my own life go on as well. When I first moved here, this was difficult. It’s become easier with time and I suppose that’s only normal.

And besides let’s be honest. Even if I were back in Boston, I would still be blogging and reblogging depressing self absorbed entries on tumblr. 


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