Holy Shit….. I’m moving to Switzerland

Our story starts off in 2001, strangely two years before we even met. Jon spent a whopping 3 days in Zurich while traveling in Europe and he was hooked.  I’m pretty sure he was drunk the entire time as well.  Of course he didn’t mention his burning passion to move here as a prerequisite when we got married in 2007.

We were both living in NYC when the market crashed. Both unemployed with a new born baby and a large mortgage, we moved in with my parents in Conroe, Texas while we got back on our feet in 2010.  By 2011, we were both gainfully employed, bought a house and found out I was pregnant with baby number 2.  One step forward, two steps back right?

I had a near death experience with Lilybelle’s birth and was in the ICU for a few days.  Recovering from that, plus a c-section and trying to care for a 16 month old Lincoln, I had  enough on my plate.  I can still remember the day I came home from the hospital as clear as day. As I walked into our bedroom with our newborn baby in my arms, I was silently reflecting on how much life was going to suck for the next year with two under two.

That’s when my husband came in right behind me lugging my hospital grade 300lb breast pump and large bottle of Percocet and announced “I think we should move to Switzerland”.

Like most men, his timing was impeccable. You can draw your own conclusions as to how that conversation went.  But from that day forward, the Alps were on the brain.  His brain that is.

Fast forward to 2014. We had survived two additional moves, a collapsed sewer pipe, a sale of our New York condo, a tenant from hell in our Houston house and were now proud owners of a beautiful home in sunny Denver, Colorado.

I had spent the entire summer meeting with landscapers and contractors to renovate our bathrooms, install solar panels and to completely redo the landscaping front and back (including building a pergola and fire pit-sounds awesome right?).     The kids were enrolled in an amazing school, we bought a swing set, made awesome friends and I had just bought Jon his dream car, a Toyota Sienna.  Things were good, too good.  Remember I said Jon has impeccable timing?

Five months and many couples counseling sessions later, the kids and I headed of for a week in NYC.  Jon and a newly microchipped Norman stayed behind to make sure everything made it on the moving truck.  I’d like to think everything went smoothly, and with the exception of my insane work schedule, our car title fiasco (thanks a lot Gullo Ford) and our pipes freezing 3 days before we moved (yeah I totally fixed it myself so fingers crossed), it really did!

Lilybelle posing for her passport photo.

Lilybelle posing for her passport photo.

Saying goodbye to our beloved Nanny.

Saying goodbye to our beloved Nanny.

Norman recovering from his microchipping

Norman recovering from his microchipping

All packed up- See you in Switzerland

All packed up- See you in Switzerland

We even managed to host 8 amazing Texas friends for Thanksgiving, then my husband’s aunt and uncle for a ski trip to Breck, my in-laws right before Xmas and another close friend and her family from Texas immediately after.

Last meal at Sams No. 3 with the Kim Family

Last meal at Sams No. 3 with the Kim Family

Last meal at Snooze in Denver

Last meal at Snooze in Denver

Friends for 19 years coming to say goodbye from Texas.

Friends for 19 years coming to say goodbye from Texas.

The Thanksgiving Kids Crew

The Thanksgiving Kids Crew

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Post Turkey day ski trip with Jason and Sachi

Post Turkey day ski trip with Jason and Sachi

We left January 13th from JFK with 8 suitcases, 4 carry-ons, 4 backpacks, 2 car seats, 2 kids, 1 cat and a million wishes and hopes for our new life together.  We clearly are not strangers to change but this was going to be monumental.

Lincoln and Daddy, ready for takeoff!

Lincoln and Daddy, ready for takeoff!

Night flights are a must

Night flights are a must

Airplane snoozing!

Airplane snoozing!

Tutus and Bedhead

Tutus and Bedhead

We've arrived. Bags...check. Now to find Norman.

We’ve arrived. Bags…check. Now to find Norman.

We will miss everyone sooooooo much that we left behind, but hope that you come visit, email, write and continue to Facetime and keep in touch.

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