Futsol

Let's talk about Futsol.

#1. Sorry guys, but what a dumb sport. I have never been a fan of soccer, so naturally I am not a fan of Futsol.

#2. My new ward called and invited me to a futsol game tonight. I had never played but knew I probably wouldn't like it, but wanted to take the opportunity to meet some people from my new ward so I went. When I walked in, I only recognized 5 smiling faces - my old ward! Immediately I felt torn. I hadn't told my old ward that I was moving my records to my new ward. I know we've been in our Plain City house now for 7 months, but the Farr West ward was my favorite ward of all time, and we were so happy there and were just starting to get comfortable with everyone. I love the members of that ward and have been reluctant to move. I have made many friends and looked forward to seeing everyone on the Sunday's I wasn't working. I figured though that it was time, especially since we've been given counsel to attend the correct ward by our leaders, to make the official move. I requested to have my records moved just last night.

Back to Futsol. So I stood on the sidelines hoping I could just sneak out. Nope. My old FW ward called for me to put on a jersey to play. I was in an awkward situation, but jumped in and played (hey my records aren't moved over yet, right?!). I played the long, drawn out 'sport' of Futsol. When the game was over, my new ward approached me to ask what the deal was. I was caught in the middle of an emotional situation, and had to briefly explain about my recent move and say goodbyes to my old ward teammates. I am sad, and wish I could just stay in that ward. Who would have thought something like this would be so upsetting, but how can you be upset when it's the right thing to do?