I moved families about a month ago. From then, everything has been a rush. I've been to parties, gotten closer with my class, celebrated St Patric's day in Dublin, learned about the war in Northern Ireland first hand, met a whole new group of exchange students, established another family for myself, and created enough new plans to mke everything I just said sound like a cat nap.
I moved to my third and last family on the 27th of February. On my first day there, they told me I had three hours to unpack and change into something nice. I was a little confused, but they didn't give me much time to think about it… they told me we were going