Yesterday, we buried a time capsule in "our" woods. I'm certain this is probably breaking some Swiss law of damaging protected forest paths or something, but I love the idea of our kids coming back here someday to dig it up and relive our lives here.
I don't have any photos of this momentous occasion (I left the battery in the charger) but I do have video and we drew a map of where we buried it. We put some memories and artefacts and a letter from each child in our cookie tin. We wrapped it all in plastic (for waterproof safe-keeping) and dug a hole at the bottom of a
Wanderweg sign.
Our kids buried their time capsule with their friends and our neighbors, Teddy and William. I have a story book hope that someday, Aidan and William (or Teddy and Lainey, or all 4) will end up in Zurich on business at the same time. I hope that they will meet up again and dig up their time capsule (which will not have been plowed up and apartments built over) and reminisce about the fantastic time they spent in this wonderful place.
I hope they will remember going for
Waldkinder walks in the woods, playing soccer at the big field, having picnics at the big rock, playing at the ducky park and all the other playgrounds, running back and forth between each other's apartments, carpooling, playing on our playground while the moms enjoy a cup of tea and a moment of peace, having their first sleepover at each other's house, collecting rocks, making friends from far reaches of the world (Turkey, Sweden, Australia, England, USA, Austria, Denmark, Norway) at our own backyard pizza and wine parties, scootering, learning how to ride 2-wheel bikes, collecting Panini World Cup stickers, and just being wildly silly with each other.
These are just a few of the things that I will remember of these 2 years on Rietholzstrasse. I never thought that we would live so
fully in just 2 short years. I came here thinking that we'd hash it out for 2 years, never really having friends or people who are close enough to be like family whom we've come to count on and know that they are there for us. It's different from "normal" reality. People who are expats figure out how to make friends and rely on them like family very quickly. It's a form of survival, I guess.
When we left the USA, I was nervous and sad to leave friends and family behind, but I knew that we'd be back. That (God willing) the people we left would be there when we returned, and hopefully, we'd be able to continue our friendships and relationships. This time, moving is harder in someways. We won't be coming back to Zurich once we leave, most probably. And, even if we do, we lived here in an expat cycle...the friends we have here now won't still be here if and when we return. They will be on to other adventures-very few people we know are "locals"- and the whole culture of lives would be different. We are living in a pocket of time, at no other moment will the same people be in the same place again. It's very different from the reality I (hopefully) can count on back home.
So, in this last week in our apartment I am trying to reminisce about the last 2 years. I am so glad I started this blog (thanks Katy and Kirste for the idea!) and that I've done a pretty good job of keeping up scrapbooks (thanks to the playgroup girls and Andrea for the scrapbook and thanks to Jeannine for giving me a place to scrap around here!). We have been blessed to have had this opportunity to see the world and meet people we'd never otherwise know. We have grown in many ways and accomplished many things we never thought we could. We miss our friends and family back home desperately and can't wait to see them all again next month, but would we change our decision to come here if we knew then what we know now? Never.
I'm sure things won't be exactly the same when we move back to the US (or even when we visit next month). We have missed out on many events in the lives of our friends and family, and that is the negative. But I optimistically hope that the friendships and relationships we've left behind are strong enough to be rekindled upon our "re-entry".
I am thankful for this blog, the blogs of my friends, Facebook, Vonage, and email for letting me feel connected with people wherever they may be. I hope to stay in touch with many of the friends we have made here, too. Even the kids are thinking of ways to maintain friendships:
Delainey to Kate (who is moving to Chicago): "I have to move to Germany now, but then I'll move back to Michigan."
Kate: "We live near Lake Michigan, so it must be close!"
Kate's mom: "It's about 4 hours"
Kate: "That's nothing, just like going to Grandma's!"
Delainey:"Maybe I'll move to Chicago after Michigan and we can be friends again!"
William to Aidan in the car: "England isn't so far from Germany."
Aidan: "I think it's only a quick plane ride. But when I move back to Michigan it will be worse. Like a whole day on a plane."
William: "I wish we could take scissors and cut Michigan out of American and glue it by England."
Aidan: "Maybe someday I can come live in London by you and James!"
We are all adjusting and accepting this change in our own way!