Here I am!

Immediately, when I arrived at Stansted airport, I switched from Slovene to English. I had a lump in my throat, I hadn’t been speaking English for quite a long time.
Even thought I spoke with the taxi driver all the way to Witham. It was weird for me driving on the “wrong” side of the road. For a moment when there was a sharp turn and the car from another direction was approaching us I though we’re going to crash. It was weird. And the roads  are so narrow. Also the taxi driver was kind of creepy, staring at my breasts all the time. When he dropped me in front of my new family’s house he gave me his number…if I ever feel lonely, all alone in foreign country,  poor me by myself…I of course should call him, yeah right.

New family but on the other side..me alone! They were waiting for me outside smiling. They were friendly, the girls were excited about my arrival. My room was amazing. There was a drawing with my name on the door. There was a  timetable of the girls, my schedule, driving rules and some other important stuff, like railcard application etc. waiting for me on the table. They showed me the house and left me alone to accommodate, they had other things to do that day. The parents play badminton. I quickly figured out that they are very organized and that their tempo is fast. From the beginning I thought this is too much, people there don’t have time to breathe. Not everybody there is like that, but lifestyle is busy and they don’t have much free time, that is for sure. What I learnt later on is that I would like to have an active everyday too.

After a month I singed up at local leisure centre, which I liked a lot and  which I miss now at home even more. The previous aupair that was leaving in a week was really nice. We connected and I loved spending time with her. She made my first week easier and my adjustment in a new home not that emotional and difficult. She introduced me to some of her friends, which I am really grateful for. I didn’t have a hard time from the beggining at all, I had people to hang out with. Especially one girl that I met through her is one of the best people I’ve met. We are real friends now, we still talk and I hope we’re going to stay in contact forever.

The girl I was replacing was a nice, friendly Italian. She was calm, with  an interesting sense for make-up, which I liked. She also showed me the neigborhood. We spent a nice weekend together. We are still in touch, hope it stays that way.

Hold on we’re going home

Everyone at home had watery eyes. I guess we are kind of those people who cry. Me and my family, we are emotional.
I was in a rush, like always. I don’t know if I will ever learn. Putting the last things in my suitcase, two actually, big ones. The number lock got stuck and we couldn’t open it…problems at the last minute. After we break it and found some key locks we were on our way, my parents and my sister. It was kind of weird saying goodbye. But I wasn’t sad. I was excited and happy to try something new. I can still remember queuing to board on my plane and looking at them. I felt andrenaline. It was my first time flying alone. I felt like I was doing something special, like I have some serious business abroad. The feeling was good. During the flight I was reading brochures about my country, which I got at tourist’s office in my town. I was preparing myself to tell my foreign family about Slovenia. In the end they were not very interested in it.
I flew from sunny Slovenia to rainy and foggy England…how tipical. But I was impressed by the view outside my window, of green plains and brick houses.

Staying here was great. My time was divided into two parts, completely different experiences. The first period was more exciting, everything was new, lots of new people, parties, new environment. The second half more quite and being on my own.
I did many things, met a lot of great people whom I’m going to miss a lot. I can say that my life would be nicer with them near me. But I suppose life is just not fair and gives you cool things in different parts of the world.
Tonight is my last night sleeping in this bed, spending time in this awesome room…having my own small apartment!
I got used to living in this house, driving on the left, cooking on their gas stove, speaking English, drinking from their cups, etc. I made a life here, I have habits that will change when I get home.
I am going to miss driving this car, see the surroundings on my way to school, fast and good public transport, the leisure centre. Most importantly, I am going to miss the girls and my friends. I have one more week…to say goodbye to everybody and to do things that I won’t do again.