|Part of our living room|
|Our little kitchen|
|The other part of our living room|
A few months before coming to the Czech Republic I knew I was going but somehow it didn't seem real; it didn't really seem real until I landed in Prague. Well this was exactly the same feeling I had before moving. A month before it wasn't real, a day before it wasn't real and even the day of wasn't completely real. It wasn't real until I got picked up early from dance class to go get my stuff together and when I heard the door bell ring and saw them standing there waiting to "take me away." That's how I thought of it at the time - "taking me away." I knew they were kind for offering to host me and they were obviously great people. I had previously spent time with them and my host mom is my piano teacher. However, I couldn't help but dread leaving. Luckily it wasn't like a get your things and go situation. We also sat down together and chatted and then it was time to leave. I had cried many nights before but this day I couldn't. This day I knew I had to be strong. It was an "you have to do this, you need to do this, there is no way out so why cry about it" sort of thing. Also, I really didn't want to upset my new host family. No matter how much it doesn't seem like it with these feelings I was grateful for them.
So upon arrival everything was strange and I just wanted to be alone. However, many people were there. My host sister, my host nephew and my host brother in law. At the time I was just like "ok, I don't want to talk," but now I am grateful they were there to welcome me and not let me just go to my room. They forced me to begin the stages of being apart of the family. It was like I just pushed right in.
|The upstairs room where I usually sleep|
Since living here for a month I absolutely love it! I have become apart of a truly beautiful and wonderful family. I am comfortable. I can walk around looking terrible I can eat comfortably and not feel self-conscience and I talk with them often and tell them basically everything.
|The other part of the upstairs room - the awesome bed|
|The downstairs room where I sometimes sleep|
|Sarka and I|
I love living here because I feel comfortable here and at home here but also I feel like we are a really good fit. My friend Juli (another exchange student) and I were visiting together and my host mom mentioned that the choice of her exchange student was between Juli and I. Naturally, Juli seemed a little offended at the beginning but later we talked about it and realized that it was for the best. Juli really loves her host family and I really love mine. It was kind of like it was meant to be. I am with people who are interested and appreciate the same things I do: art and music. This makes me all the more happier. So basically I am so grateful and happy to be where I am now. I know I haven't written in awhile but all is well here in my world
|Host cousin and I|
|Lada, Juli and I|
|Honza and Baru (his grandaughter)|
|Sarka and I|