To be perfectly honest, I'm nervous, but not terrified. Having survived the transition from Canada to Switzerland with a pre-schooler and toddler in tow, not much can phase me. What troubles me is not so much the unknowns but rather losing what we've worked so hard to achieve. Switzerland has afforded our family the opportunity to live bilingually, perhaps more so than our native Canada. Both my girls speak French like little Genevoises. Emma the Brave even boasts a smattering of Swiss German. Mouse can sing Happy Birthday in four languages, though she can't tell me what the fourth one is. It's only natural that these assets will fade. Like a hole in the sand, our new life will fill in the gaps left by the old. It's just that there is too much I don't want to forget. It was so hard, so worth it.