Moving abroad, especially to a country where you don’t speak the language, is a lot of things. It’s challenging, it’s exciting, it’s a brand new experience every day. Sometimes I think it was stupid, but most of the time I think it’s great. It’s not for everyone. I’m not sure that it’s for me long term, even, but we’re just a few months into this, so we’ll see.
I don’t often describe myself as brave, but I think that being here proves that I have a certain fearlessness in me.
And being here with Andy and G is allowing me to see their fearlessness, too.
Somehow, and I’m hoping that it’s not just that I’m a horrible wife, I went years without realizing that Andy has a pretty significant fear of heights. I guess he just doesn’t let it get in the way of doing things he wants to do in spite of the height. It’s impressive.
It was really cloudy while we were going up the mountain, so it’s hard to get a really good sense of how high we were… But trust me, it was high.
Genevieve reminds me a lot of myself as a child in that she’s very timid and not very adventurous. One time I decided to be super brave and climb a tree, I slipped and fell out and ended up with stitches on the top of my head. That pretty much taught me that I needed to keep my feet on the ground. I’ve also never been very outgoing around new people and I notice that a lot in G when she’s around other kids (except the kids from her daycare back in Peoria), whether they speak English or not.
She is breaking out of her shell a little bit, though, which is great to see!
Big or small, we’ve all made strides in facing our fears since moving to Basel, and when I’m having a rough day here, I think about those advances as a reason to stay.