I love living with a host family. Most of the time. It's kind of strange, now that I'm 24 (woah!), that I live with a family in Spain that makes my meals and cleans my room, does my laundry, changes my sheets, but I speak all Spanish with them and I figured, this will be the last time ever that I will be pampered.
Normally it's fine. I am a pretty independent person, so living with this family is great, because they are often out of the house working. But there are times, like right now, when I'm just like, "ughh I can't wait to live on my own."
Why "right now"? Well, it's 3 PM. And I still haven't eaten lunch. I'm getting crabby because I'm hungry, but have to wait until they're done preparing lunch to eat it, logically. I just don't get it.
I just wish that I could go into the kitchen, make myself a sandwich, and be done with it. But, it doesn't work that way in Spain. And that's all. One annoyance of living with a host family....
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