I’m going to Dortmund

I’ve decided to take a break from my rather morose and melancholy posts where I talk for 2,000 words about how I’m drinking tea in a grocery store and don’t know what the meaning of life is to just get back to having fun with writing, since if I’m not getting paid for it I might as well at least have fun with it.

Though to be fair I am sitting in PCC right now drinking mate, though that’s pretty much a given since I never write at home because there’s some kind of force field that prevents me from writing. To write I must be out of the house and I must be drinking something with caffeine, and that drink should ideally be steeped from a leaf grown in South America and in the holly family.

Anyway, on to more important matters. I’ve finally made up my mind where I’m going. I’ve finally committed.

On Thursday or Friday of next week, if all goes well, I’ll be on a 777 operated by British Airways, taking off from Seattle at 1:20pm and landing at London’s Heathrow Airport at 5:50am. From there I’ll transfer to a an Airbus A320 and board a shorter flight to Düsseldorf, in northwestern Germany. And from there I’ll take a train to Dortmund, where I’ll stay for a few weeks and possibly longer.

Why Dortmund, you may be asking?

The answer is easy: Christian Pulisic. Over the last few months I’ve become obsessed with this American soccer phenom, going as far as to start a blog in his honor which is actually doing fairly well and getting more traffic than this blog and is pure fun for me, pure untainted written expression, and I will never in a million years tell you what the URL for that blog is because, frankly, I’m a little embarrassed.

You might be saying: You’re going to travel halfway around the world to watch some soccer player?

The short answer: Yes.

The long answer: Every significant experience in my life has started for some benign reason and then evolved into something bigger and more meaningful (I think the mate is starting to take effect because I’m starting to type faster and wax philospohical). For example, I started studying Finnish at UW purely because A) My favorite skateboarder was Finnish, and B) Finnish sounds awesome.

And mostly I started because of this clip:

The lilting, deep sounds of Finnish! The vowel harmony! The postpositional prepositions! The agglutination! I was obsessed with this video for several years, started studying Finnish solely because of it, and within a year had gotten a scholarship to study in Finland. There I played floor hockey with crazy Finns and met people from all over Europe,  one of whom was a Czech girl, and when I got back to UW I started studying Czech. This led to an interest in Slavic languages that continues to this day, and increased my interest in languages in general.

In retrospect, it all makes sense.

Which is why, to me, going to Dortmund just because of Christian Pulisic seems a capital idea. For the last few years I’ve thought you had to have a “good” reason to do something. But now I’ve realized that if it makes sense to you, if you’re passionate about it, that’s all that matters. And it’s not like I’m going for Christian Pulisic. I’m also going to improve my German, which teetering dangerously close to becoming “not awful.” Hopefully in Dortmund I can take a B1 course and then, who knows, become a janitor? Non-skilled jobs in Germany require only a B1 or higher.

But anyway, no need to worry about that now. Right now the only thing I need to worry about is getting moved out of my apartment and selling a few things on Craigslist to make more cash and also have less stuff. So if you know anyone that needs to buy a beautiful, electric adjustable table, let me know.

It has a digital display.