So, on September I arrived at my host family, the Bulan family. There is Mama and Papa and Babula and Alla my sister and Afonia (spelling?) my little brother. My cousin Inna was also there when I arrived. I was very tired and overwhelmed from all the traveling. I had dinner and a friend of the family's who speaks English came over. That was nice. We got some initial things squared away like I asked if it was okay for me to call them Mama and Papa and they said of course they wanted that. And they also explained about their church and how they go every Saturday and that I was welcome to join them but I didn't have to. They made me feel right at home from the start. Even though I was slightly emotional distraught just from being overwhelmed, at no point did I feel uncomfortable with them. They told me right from the start that I was family, which wiped away so many worries for me. I've heard so many horror stories from past AFS students about how they had to change host families 3 or 4 times. I really didn't want that to happen to me and unless things change drastically, I don't think I'll have to go anywhere. I think I've found another home in a different little corner of the world.
At this point, I don't have any pictures of me and my family, but I think I will the opportunity to soon. For right now, I have pictures of my house. Facebook is being fussy right now, but I will upload more pics of my house when I get a chance!
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