<-- My host brothers Yves and Julien
My host parents, Ive decided, are awesome. I still cant figure out why two young parents with two young children would possibly want to take on the burden of hosting an exchange student. But the only conclusion Ive come up with thus far, is that they're baller.
I think I get along the best with my host father... or at least, I communicate better with him than my host mother. I admire her because she clearly is the one who wears the pants in the house... but we never seem to be on the same page- which is most likely just something caused by my ineptitude in speaking French/ Wolof. My host father is very soft spoken, at times reminding me of my "biological" father (as us MSID participants have started calling our families in the US) at home. I think the fact that hes studied in France somehow makes him more understanding of my struggles to communicate/ adapt.
Ive noticed lately that Ive been a lot quieter (if not borderline recluse) than usual, in fact, ive kinda been that way all summer. I cant decide if its something temporary or just something im transitioning into. Last night, for instance, instead of going out with everyone to Robbie's, all I wanted to do was paint. Did I have the resources? No. Instead, I just had a perfectly meditative night just relaxing and introspect-ing.
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