During my time in Australia I live in an Australian family. Right, in a family. And that’s exactly why I had more than one change. First I was with an old couple. My host mother was retired and my host father had a part-time job. My host mother watched a lot of TV and was no more the fittest. I lived in a small house next to the main house. There I had my room, a living room with a TV, a bathroom and a room with a washing machine. There was also another room for an Italian boy with who I was with the family. In the evening we usually ate together and I got a lunch box made for school, but other than that I took care of myself. When my host parents were not at home, I had no access to the main house, so no access to food. I was not allowed to cook or bake. Even though many things were promised, we almost never did anything on weekends. All these things made me feel like I wasn’t living in a family, instead I felt like I was in a hotel. Because my host family flew to Europe for a month on holidays, we came to a new family for this time, a teacher couple. On the few weekends we almost always did something and I got to know new sides of Australia. I felt much more comfortable and this strengthened my thoughts to change the host family. While I was still in the temporary family, I organized this and was able to change to the new family immediately. Here I live with a boy, 14 years old, a girl, 12 years old and their parents who both work. I have a very nice room and I feel totally well. Now I am looking forward to welcome my real family here in Australia tomorrow.
15. December 2019