After thirteen hectic, wonderful years of living in London my husband came home one day and announced he’d been offered a job in Switzerland. Geneva was going to be our destination. I agreed enthusiastically, envisioning a future of glittering white mountain peaks, excellent schools, Sunday ski trips and unparalleled medical care for us and the children. Three years down the line I am happy to say that my expectations haven’t been disappointed. However, I have also come to realise that adjusting to life in Geneva as an “accidental trailing spouse” can be a lot more baffling than I’d imagined. This blog recounts my efforts to take the rough with the smooth, and retain sanity along the way.
Originally from Italy, I moved to London after graduating from the University of Florence and worked at the BBC for many years. I moved to Geneva in 2008 and during this time I worked as a freelance writer for various publications whilst playing mother hen to my three young children.