And now, readers, for the fourth time in my Katima-life, my entire belongings are packed into a navy suitcase and a black book bag. Tomorrow, at ten am, at the Fredericton Airport, I depart. Once again, and any Katimakid can relate to this, I will be in the transitional state of homelessness. This time, for the first time actually, I am traveling the whole length alone. I don't have Stephen to sit beside, I don't have Kellie to chase around, and I don't have the lovely Jessica to stand beside me and cry as we line up for my flight. I only have myself to keep me on time, and find the gates. I only hope I don't end up some where weird, like Punta Cana or Vanderhoof (actually I wouldn't mind either of those destinations). But I know that I will get to Kelowna, one way or another.
Yes, that is the next hit fate had for me. This twist leads me not back to my hopeful and waiting group, but to a different group, in a different town. I will be joining a very small group in Kelowna BC. So when I said good bye to my best friends in Vanderhoof, correcting ourselves to say "see you when you get back" rather than "Good bye"' little did I know that I would not be rejoining them after all.
Readers, please know that I fought to return to where I belonged, but when it came down to it; my choices were stay home or go to Kelowna.
To recap, I have spent three months in Ste-Foy, Quebec City, Quebec, Two months and two weeks in Vanderhoof, Nechako Valley, British Columbia, Two weeks in Fredericton, York County, New Bruswick and will now spend one month in Kelowna, British Columbia.
I will have a new house, new PL, new group, new roommates, new town, new job, new collective project, new, new, new, new... Its terrifying and exciting, wearing and rejuvenating all at once. All I can do now is hold my head up, and give everything that I can to this new group. Who knows? Maybe Kelowna, Kamloops (the group formerly known as Levis), and Vanderhoof can get together for Debriefing. Just like the chalet in Quebec, three houses coming together to end the rotation on a "bon" note, as Anna would say.
Remember Pheobe from Magic School bus? The annoying chick who always said "At my old school..." Yeah. Her. I can only imagine that that's what I will sound like talking of group 21157, "in my old group..."
But they were a great group, and I am proud to say that I got to meet those crazy and wonderful people. I know that I will always have friends all over Canada because I got to meet them. And I hope that I made an impact on their lives, a positive one, one they will remember. Because, what's more flattering than to be remembered as a great person? There's very little I can think of.
It's been a long two weeks home, and I set out early tomorrow for a brand new adventure.
Every day holds a new adventure, so No Worries.
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