It's time to say farewell, Buchen. Our time was brief, yet I feel I got to know you so well. I loved how the archeticture spilled out chronologically, ending at our apartment. I loved how when I went downtown, I was reminded that I was a small village in Germany. The local pub, cute and quaint, was almost like being on the set of Coronation street. Although, I don't think their pub smells like a fart. The discoteck gave me a reason to hate teenagers even more and long for the rules against smoking that Canada has. Something about 400-year-old cigarette smoke seeping into my clothes and hair just doesn't sit right with me.
Goodbye 9pm curfew! Even though I like visiting grandma's house, it just isn't fun to have grandma's rules govern a whole town. I like being able to get a coke at 11pm if I want to. Also, why is nothing open on Sunday? You'd think at least one store would be open besides the godless McDonalds. Which reminds me, goodbye cashier at Plus who always makes a crack everytime we buy a bottle of wine. How else are you supposed to pass the time in this town?
So, goodbye little town that has accomodated me for the past year. I've heard this story before, young native girl taken from her home country to follow her love only to be holed up in a room and never going outside. I don't want to meet Pocahontis's fate! Wait.. what was her fate. Maybe I should read up on that instead of relying on the Disney version. Anyway, goodbye Buchen. Hello Berlin! I hope Anna's grandma is wrong about us living on the streets because we'll be too poor and since we'll be living on the streets, the nazi's will hear me speak and then attack me because I'm Canadian. I hope you're wrong, Oma. I hope you're wrong.
