My host mom and I were talking and she brought up how she was on exchange once. And it will become distant one day, but you will always remember.
Gurrly, Nebraska
It was interesting reading her "life as an exchange student" paper. It was the exact same as what I am feeling and going through. The "I don't know where anything in the kitchen is" to the "fears"
We found her exchange box, filled with napkins and journals and postcards, deep in the basement. We spent the night with coffee, looking though, laughing and just relating.
She lost contact with her family. We facebooked and contacted people. We found out where they are now. She is writing her host sister soon.
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| i cant figure it out either.. feel ya |
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| all hail the queen |
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| hey western kids? class of '16, let this be our motto |
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| best Friday night yet |
The host family is one of the most important part of this exchange I think. And I will always have this family in my life. Family sticks together.
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