Circle of Life

It's odd to think that there was a time when all I wanted was to hop on a bus and get away from this place.  Now, seven years later, I'd do pretty much anything to be able to stick around for a few more weeks.  If it weren't for Switzerland, the Waldseeweh would be overwhelming.  Chalk it up to major mental growing pains, but I still can't get over the fact that I can wander around "aus dem Haus" on my own without fear of chastisement from Betreuer on their infamous Rundgaenge.  I AM that Betreuerin now, and it creeps me out in the best way possible.  It also helps give life the appropriate sense of subjectivity.  Had you found my seventh-grade self, roughing it in one of the Kleinhaeuser (Haus Linz!), and told me that one day I would monitor the camp budget, teach Tagesthemen, carry a master key, etc, there is no way I would have ever been able to envision it.  I don't think it has so much to do with being power hungry--I think I'm just more in awe of the fact that life is so absolutely inexorable.  It's tragic, in a way.  It makes me wonder what impossibilities are still in store.