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Coming Home

Moving definitely becomes harder with age. This is no something I planned to do so soon after my move a couple of years ago. Unexpected in many ways, but so perfectly right in others. As I sit here, finally settling in after all the activity from the move, I feel a sense of joy. Joy at being home, finally, back where I belong.

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RAM: 1995 – Becoming Swiss

(1995-ish)

ram-01I’m starting with this, because I wrote it by request for my daughter’s blog, Inspire Project, and it seems a nice place to start. My forth-coming memories may not be as inspired as this one, no promises, but I wanted to start out my RAM project with something uplifting.

This may be a sweet little story, fun, but sweet, too. It’s something nice I did, that inadvertently brought me something even nicer in return.

After I moved to Switzerland and began to speak French most of the time, I got so used to it, I often even thought in French. One Saturday I was in the city shopping, I’d had lunch, and browsed my favorite stores, but now was heading home. I was feeling rather low at the time, thinking of my family in Texas, feeling a bit out of sorts. After 10-12 years living in Switzerland I still had the occasional bout of homesickness.The shopping trip was supposed to make me feel better, but thus far, nothing was working.

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Share your Week 9

I came across an interesting weekly at Cee’s Life Photography blog. It’s called Share Your Week, and usually posts several questions each week as a kind of “getting to know you” prompt. If you want to check it out, click on the banner below and go see what others have to say.

This week is a photo share, asking to share your three favorite photographs and explain why they are your favorites. Or, to describe three favorite scenes. Well, I’m not a photographer, but would like to share these scenes with you anyway, because each has a special meaning to me.

This is the first home I lived in when I moved to Switzerland. We (my then-husband) lived in the right half – as in the right side of the photo, where the three windows are. It was actually a rather small place, the first floor had just a kitchen and dining area, the second floor where those windows are had our living area across the front, with a hallway, small bedroom, and bathroom along the back, then upstairs to the main bedroom. We shared a veggi garden plot with the neighbor next door and grew tomatoes, potatoes, leeks, huge zucchini squash, and strawberries. I made tomato sauce from the extra tomatoes, and strawberry jam, all put in hermetically sealed jars for later consumption.

We were in love, and life was uncomplicated, well, for the most part. Our first daughter was born when we lived in that house. Finances were shaky at best, but we made do. Sometimes struggles can make a marriage strong. It’s when there are no more struggles, when things go well, that ennui can seep in and do its damage. But I digress. Next photo.

This is the view outside my study window.  I even have it as one of my desktop themes. Can you see the rainbow? This is the home we bought to try to repair a broken marriage. Note – buying houses will not repair what is broken. But when we divorced, theEx gave his half of the property to our daughters, and I took over the payments. It has been a good home these past 15 years, but the girls are grown and one is already on her own, the other looking for an apartment, and I cannot keep up with it on my own. We will be selling it this year, and oh how I will miss that view!

And finally, my study, my home within my home, my main living quarters besides the bedroom. That exercise bike doesn’t get used as much as it should, because I am usually sitting in that chair looking at the computer screens. When we sell the house, I will probably set up the computer in the main room, living room whatever you want to call it, and just add a small sofa and maybe a comfy chair for visitors. It’s really all I need – a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a place to put my big corner desk and computer.  Oh yeah, and the exercise bike.

It’s funny, but in all the time we lived here, I never had any of the walls painted. It always felt like a transitional home, even though it did last 15 years, got me through the divorce, kept my daughters safe and sheltered as they went through adolescence and bloomed into young adults. This was “our” house, and will always be special to me. But I am looking forward to moving, to finding a small cozy apartment just the right size. I’m already thinking of what color I want to do the bedroom and living room. Hmmm… anticipation is such a lovely feeling.

I will miss this home, but I’ll always have the memories – and the pictures to spark them to life.

Thank you Cee, this was fun.