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I Moved My Family From US to Switzerland; Quality

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2024-09-26
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I Moved My Family From US to Switzerland; Quality
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They embraced the ease of getting around without needing a car and reveled in the breathtaking nature surrounding them. The sense of safety and independence allowed their children to thrive and explore, contrasting sharply with their previous life back home.
Let’s make our digital spaces as inviting as those red benches lined up next to the happy cows!
they left the US, where school drop-offs felt like a survival of the fittest, and ended up in Switzerland, where even the cows have it better—standing under the sun while munching on fresh grass. “Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to... oh wait, who’s that?”
But as political tensions in the US continued to rise, we only felt more depressed and isolated.
Though our backgrounds and beliefs varied widely, we united in our general awe of our new, beautiful country. Most of us had no family nearby, so we became each other's people.
In our suburban Connecticut neighborhood, there were no sidewalks, accessible bike paths, or public-transportation options, so we had to drive everywhere.
freedom to get around without a car in Switzerland
life-altering for us. It eases our days and helps us stay connected to the beautiful nature around
Beyond being physically connected here, there's a communal responsibility for people of all ages. That means it's even pretty safe for my children to get around by themselves.
Independence is highly valued. I often see young kids — usually wearing bright-orange lapels so others know they're traveling alone — walking along sidewalks or hopping onto public transit to get to school.
The US will always have a special place in my heart. But, for now, it's not somewhere I want my family to call home.
almost eight years after moving to Switzerland — I returned to the US to stay in Manhattan with my youngest daughter. It was strange to be back; I felt like a foreigner.
But then, I stumbled upon a wall of barricades in front of Trump Tower on Fifth Avenue — people were furiously shouting at each other about contrasting political views right on the street.
Sadly, that scene was the only reminder I needed of why I left in the first place.
They embraced the ease of getting around without needing a car and reveled in the breathtaking nature surrounding them. The sense of safety and independence allowed their children to thrive and explore, contrasting sharply with their previous life back home.
Let’s make our digital spaces as inviting as those red benches lined up next to the happy cows!
they left the US, where school drop-offs felt like a survival of the fittest, and ended up in Switzerland, where even the cows have it better—standing under the sun while munching on fresh grass. “Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to... oh wait, who’s that?”
But as political tensions in the US continued to rise, we only felt more depressed and isolated.
Though our backgrounds and beliefs varied widely, we united in our general awe of our new, beautiful country. Most of us had no family nearby, so we became each other's people.
In our suburban Connecticut neighborhood, there were no sidewalks, accessible bike paths, or public-transportation options, so we had to drive everywhere.
freedom to get around without a car in Switzerland
life-altering for us. It eases our days and helps us stay connected to the beautiful nature around
Beyond being physically connected here, there's a communal responsibility for people of all ages. That means it's even pretty safe for my children to get around by themselves.
Independence is highly valued. I often see young kids — usually wearing bright-orange lapels so others know they're traveling alone — walking along sidewalks or hopping onto public transit to get to school.
The US will always have a special place in my heart. But, for now, it's not somewhere I want my family to call home.
almost eight years after moving to Switzerland — I returned to the US to stay in Manhattan with my youngest daughter. It was strange to be back; I felt like a foreigner.
But then, I stumbled upon a wall of barricades in front of Trump Tower on Fifth Avenue — people were furiously shouting at each other about contrasting political views right on the street.
Sadly, that scene was the only reminder I needed of why I left in the first place.