Change of Plans.

Well. Just had an absolutely amazing weekend with all the inbounds and outbounds from District 7090 at the Jamestown weekend. Loads of fun meeting kids from the other Temagami weekend. It was fantastic. I knew where I was going, I had lots of friends, I met lots of new people. Told good stories, heard good stories, got my business cards (my picture is fantastic.), exchanged business cards. All was well.

And then I got home and checked my email.

Friedrich,

Are you able at this time to provide us with Sarah’s first host family contact info? 

Dave,

Sarah will go to District 1940 which is Berlin and the larger surrounding. I will check with the District if they already have the host family appointed.

Friedrich

Yep. There it is.

I could be going to Berlin. Me. In Berlin. With three million other people. Yeah. Three million. Me. From little old cowtown. Kinda...scary. 

But the distrikt is HUGE. Like...huge. I'm talking 360 kilometers north-south, 250 kilometers east-west. I could be on the Baltic Sea, for Pete's sake. 

I guess...the biggest thing is how I'm feeling right now. I'm utterly wiped out from this weekend. And it's getting to me, because I was tired when I got home and now I have all this...insanity, overwhelming crazy going down and it's...exhausting. The thought of me in Berlin is...exciting. Scary, but exciting. I called my cousin and had a little freak-out session. The Berlin Wall, the Brandenburg Gate, seeing the Magic Flute in Berlin, hearing Wagner in Berlin...soooooo much that could be. 

But then there's also the fact that I could be in a small town, too.

In any case..I feel sort of...homeless. I did all of that research for distrikt 1860 and now everything's changed. I don't know nearly enough about my new Distrikt. It's so much bigger. I was thinking I was going to be in the Southwestern part of the country, now I'm going to the Northeastern part. My biggest city was going to be Mannheim, but my new biggest city is 11.7 times that size. There's just a slight difference there. 

And there's a little bit of a sense of loss, too. I found the other day that the Sabres are playing Mannheim in Mannheim in October. How cool would it have been, if I were living in Mannheim and went to see my homehome hockey team play my hosthome's hockey team? I could have been in the city where Gutenberg invented the printing press. I wanted to go to Idar-Oberstein. Of course, I could still do all of these things, but it's not as likely as it was. Idar is 930 kilometers from my eastern-most club in distrikt 1940. 

Loss and homelessness....it's scary. I know I'm not really homeless, but...going from knowing everything I could find about my distrikt to knowing pretty much nothing is...the equivalent of homelessness in this waiting game. Right now, that's what it is. A waiting game. And I don't have much patience. It's...not cool.

Until later, amigos.