MY AMERICAN PARENTS CAME TO VISIT.

Friday, October 07, 2016 Cristian 0 Comments


Time does change things. Two years ago I would not have thought of moving to Denmark, little I knew of what I wanted to study. But, there are also some things that never change, that is for instance the relationship with people you love, because if you keep loving there is no way time will ruin that. This past weekend was amazing. I was with my american family where I was born and raised. It felt like I never left america, but I actually did not see them for 14 months. We raised our glasses and celebrated family, by blood and by choice.


After seeing them in my homeland I realized that everything is possible. Last year when my american experience came to an end I felt horrible, I didn't trust anyone saying "You will see them soon" because let's face it, when is "soon"? who can define how long "soon" is? Now I really think that if we really want to, we can make things work. I met one of my best friends on a trip in Europe, I met my american parents, I am doing what I wished I could do for months and such.


Two years ago I was living with them in Colorado and now they were walking by my side in Milan, Italy. How cool is this? I feel grateful for everything they did and still do even thought I am not with them anymore. They told me they are proud of me and I couldn't feel happier. I honestly feel sad for the people who did not have them as host parents and had a bad experience instead. I actually read on the internet that some people even regret investing money on an exchange year because they had a hard time and I think it is just too bad. Host parents should be as excited as the students when it comes to the whole experience. As students change over time so do host parents. You are surrounded by new things so it makes it easier to suck up the culture of your host country, but for host parents the only source of learning about your culture is you, this is why you have to be good.

READ ALSO: TRAVELLING BACK TO MY HOST CITY AFTER TWO YEARS.


- Cris

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