My AFS-adventure in Czech Republic

Hello, this is probably my last post written here in Czech Republic.  This week, I felt more emotional than I thought I would feel . This place has somehow changed something inside me and given me another view on this world. It has learned me things about others and about myself.  And what I now feel is gratefulness. To my family, who has given me this change.  To my host family, who has been  letting  me take part in their live without asking anything back. To my class, where everyone was always friendly and helpful. I haven't been able to make real friends there, but somehow they have showed me that people -, most of the time,- want eachother to be happy.  To AFS, who accepts everyone from the very first moment.  The past 3 months were a true rollercoaster of emotions:  loneliness, homesickness, happiness,... It's something I will never forget. But after all, I think I'm gonna look at it as a very good thing. At the last weekend, in Prague, the volunteer told us

Hello! Time is flying: 2 weeks ago, I realised I am here already for more than 2 months. It's crazy. I haven't seen my family or friends for more than an entire summer vacation. Now that there are only 2 weeks left, I unbelievably long to see them again. I'm tired of feeling alone: I want to be again with someone who knows me. Here, people can be friendly or helpful, but I always am afraid I do something wrong and that they don't like me because of that. They don't know me and I've learned it takes a while to get to know me. So, maybe if I would stay for a year, it would work out, but I don't. I'm only here for 3 months and there's not much time left anymore. 2 weeks ago, there was an International Dinner for people of my chapter. I made 'Stoofvlees' to represent my country. Also the other meals were very good! Friday, the 17th of november, there was no school. It's a special date for Czech Republic. In the year 1939, students of Prag

Here I am again to disturb you with a short summary of my little 'adventures'. Let's start to say that the weeks after my previous post weren't the most difficult ones for me, but certainly the most confusing. First, I had (like I said) a camp. There was unbelievable much fun: we played games, talked about our families and school, learned things to eachother about our countries,... etc. I felt relieved that there were people that felt the same way I did. Sometimes, you would forget that and you would think you're the only one in the world who's doing this. But at the other side, it was also hard for me. Most students stay for a year and I realised I would propably never experience this exchange fully. I simply don't have enough time to do that. So, sunday I came home in the evening and the next morning, I immediately went to school again and I felt bad. It was so weird: I wanted to stay longer, to get more time to get used here, but at the same time, I wan