...and I'm thrilled about it. Not so much the part about leaving but now that I'm almost positive I'll be coming back, it doesn't bother me as much. I'm just happy to almost be doneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Don't get me wrong, I'd make the decision to come out here again but would've done things a lot differently. Knowing what I do now and how the experience went, I would've gotten some things cleared up/made binding agreements with my host parents from day 1. I also wouldn't have agreed to do it for so long and I would've looked into finding a way to live on my own. I think that would have made all the difference. I really love the kids and watching them grow and develop as well as all the things I got to do made it worth it but I would never want to do it again. I'm really happy I didn't agree to stay until the end of August.
In other aspects of my life, things are going well. Still having fun with my friends. I spent the weekend in Hellevoetsluis/Rotterdam with my male friend, seeing the Cube Houses, doing some shopping, having a wonderful dinner and bar hopping. It was loads of fun and as usual, I was super sad the weekend ended and I had to come back. I wish weekends were longer or I had the power to stop time/fast forward through the not so pleasant ones.
