I can truthfully say spring has finally arrived in Hungary. It’s almost time to wear shorts and sandals, for summer will be just around the corner. This brings me great happiness and great sadness, my adventure is coming to a close. Really what a time it was, I don’t think I can compare it to anything else.
I would just like to note that my last article was a reflection of my lowest point of my exchange, and things are no longer like that. I’ve become stronger as a person and learned so much. The truth is, if I was given a chance to do it all over again, I would in a heartbeat. I’ve learned about a country’s culture, people and more or less of their language. These things are not easily forgotten, for it has become part of me. I know, cheesy.
I moved families at the beginning of April. This was difficult for me because I grew to appreciate and love my second host family. It was because of them that I started to feel at home in Hungary. I was nervous, not only because I would have to leave what was familiar, but also my host family, school and even town. Once my new host parents arrived with three six-year olds in tow, my nerves melted away.
They ran around giggling and chattering in Hungarian. They would climb on things and make faces at each other, eating sweets and look at me from time to time. They were completely unaware that they were making the most noise I have ever heard in that house before. Their mother told them to be quite and sit, and their dad kept telling them to cover their face when they sneezed. I was unafraid for all I could see in front of me was a mommy and a daddy. That was my first impression of my third host family.