Here is my post about celebrating the end of an exciting year and the begining of a new adventure. As well as celebrating the end of "Part One" aka the end of my time with my first family.
It was possibly the best New years I have ever had. I'm not a big party girl. I'm more of a hang out around the house eat something delicious and watch a good movie girl. My host family knows this so we had a game night. We each made one of the courses of food and we played our hearts out until midnight when we went over to the neighboors and read our tarrot cards. It was terribly wonderful.
I owned everyone in Monopoly this time around. My host dad and I made a deal in the beggining that he could have the expensive blue ones and I got the green. Not one single person landed on his the whole time and everyone landed on mine. I was in tears I laughed so hard.
I couldn't sleep the night before because I knew what was coming in the morning. It was like leaving home all over again, but worse. I was exhuasted from damming up the water works.
We headed over for brunch at 10. My poor host dad had to lug all my crap up the stairs (It's amazing how much stuff you accumulate in 5 months) and then we sat down to eat. My new host family asked me questions, but I could barely speak around the lump in my throat. We were there all together for a good two hours, but then things started coming to an end. I panicked. But there was nothing I could do. They had to go and I had to stay.
We hugged and I cried. They left and I cried. My new host mom hugged me and I still cried.
Then of course Kim forgot something so she had to come back in while I'm standing at the top of the stairs bawling. Then she left, but then my old host mom came back in looking for her. Then after going for a swim with my new mom we went over to pick up my bike. So you can see how my romantic dramatic ideas of the door closing between us forever is a teansy bit out there.
But even the door being temporarily closed makes me sad.
The weekend was hard, I just felt too emotionally drained to start getting to know this family properly. So I talked with my Bishop on Sunday, and after a beautiful blessing, he helped me see the positives. This is another one of the amazing opertunities I've been given. I get to start over and do things even better.
Give me some time and I'll be just as deeply in love with this family as the last.
But your prayers would be appreciated as always. I need all the help I can get.