I look around and I realize I will not grow old here. I can’t. I am so unhappy here. I’m not myself. I have only been away for three years. I can still go back and make it work. I will give myself two more years here and if I haven’t met the goals I’ve set, then I will seriously contemplate moving us back to Boston.
Switzerland is emotionally cold and distant. Sometimes I feel like I’m surrounded by zombies or that I’m a character in a Twilight Zone episode.