This past weekend my mom came and visited. She left today at 515. If you don't know already, my mom and I are extremely close. Saying bye was really hard too.
Although it has only been a month, I have learned so much about life really. I appreciate my family so much more than I did before I came and I have a good concept of what I have, and the way I live, it's a privilege. Here, I am alone. Although I have a family, friends, teachers, and a small convenient store owner who care about me, no one KNOWS me. At home when I'm sad I can cry to my mom and have her already know how to act when I'm sad. Or when I'm angry or frustrated, she and my family really, know how to make it better. Here, yes the parents can hug me and tell me they love me, but nothing is the same as your mom or dad telling you I love you and being there with you. And no one really understands you better than your family. For example: When I came here, I brought a converter, and a mini baby fan. If you've slept at my house, you know we all sleep with fans, including Davie. Well, the mini baby fan made NO noise, which is why I brought it. My mom and dad understood how difficult it is to sleep without it and sent me a noise maker. WELL, this weekend I went to Paris, and it blew. My mom, determined, helped me find a hardware store in Amiens and bought me a fan, and converter (that blew too in Paris). Just things like that you miss when you're here.
Everyone thinks being an exchange student is easy. Go to school on the week days, party on the weekends, take advantage of the chill drinking laws, and compete with your other American friends (in France) on who can kiss the most people. Well, unfortunately as much as I'd like to say this is the life I'm living, I'm not. 1, 3(only this past weekend when I was with my mom), and 4. Except four is: 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-2-0-0-1 so far...SO. Some of my other friends have an easier time with 2, but it's a crap shoot with your host family. My host family does not want me drinking, and definitely would not approve of my going to a party. It's difficult. Although back home I was not a party person, I'd really like to see what it's like here...still waiting on that. Also when you have something exciting happening and you are happy and excited and jumpy and you want to tell someone, your family, your friends, or anyone, it takes about 10x more time to get it out, and once you've spent 5 minutes thinking about how to say it in a different language, the excitement is worn off.
Although this is a rather, bland, downing post, I really have learned to appreciate everyone and everything at home so much more. I love my family so much and don't know what I'd do without them.
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