Dear Mom and Dad
The first day of the homestay made me think that the next six days would be the worst six days of my life. Little did I know that hating it at points is key to loving it in the end. I sat through the first day and most of the second complaining about my situation. As those first two “bad” days happened it got progressively better, but I did not fully understand how amazing this experience was until dinner on the second night. That night I sat eating while the family watched at a distance. The grandma heads over to me and begins to speak to me. Understanding maybe a word or two, I begin to laugh. She laughs back, and continues to speak, dragging in her daughter and 18-year old grandson, none of whom speak English. We continued to speak in our native tongues and laugh, as none of us understood each other. At this moment I realized that for my entire life I have been driving the car of my life, but for these six days I have been put firmly into the passenger seat, just silently observing. Now I know what Dragons would say a homestay is for. The smiles and the laughs may be the most I will get, but I am already thankful for that.
Now the thing is, I can try to be as detailed as possible, but there is no way for me to really explain the complex dynamic of what has only been two days of my homestay. And since this is really for my parents to know that I am well and thriving, I will let you know that I got a ton of crazy stories, from the homestay and more, that I will have to share with you. Until then, I will have to keep sharing my mediocre poems, thoughts and stories, to prepare you for the “big bend” load of stories I have to share.