Moving half a house via the train...seriously, what on earth were we thinking?

We've been fortunate enough to have been able to travel a bit whilst in Austria, and every trip we took less and less luggage. When you have to carry everything on public transport, for days of sightseeing, suddenly that second pair of shoe for "just in case"? Forget it.

So why oh why we didn't apply this experience to moving countries is beyond me. We didn;t even make it to the corner of our street before we realised, that getting to the end of the street to catch the U3 to Westbahnhof would take us the better part of 1/2 an hour rather thatn the usual 5 or 10 mins.

Greg went off and got me a taxi, but he still had to take a huge suitcase(because it wouldn't fit in the taxi) and his bike via the U3. Of course, the U3 decided just at that time to break down, so instead of a comfortable half hour window, Greg arrived at the train station with 5 mins to spare. Gulp.

 The whole train ride to Zurich, I was trying to think,, what on earth did I pack, and what can I throw away right now? My mind was a huge blank, as our last hours in Vienna consisted of madly throwing away things and trying to care and make sure we didn;t throw away anything important(failed).

It was obvious by the time we arrived in Lausanne, that there was absolutely no way we were going to be able to take all this, on another train, bus, cable car and then maybe a taxi at the end of that. We completely filled a station wagon with our luggage.

We were both of us looking at the filled taxi, shaking our heads and wondering what on eart were we thinking?