9/22/13
Every Sunday I attend church with my host family to honor their lord and be respectful to their religion. At the church…this is where I become very homesick. My eyes always look at the families sitting around me. The mothers are hugging their daughters and the sons are imitating their fathers. All the little girls are dressed up in dressed while carrying purses just like their mothers. It makes me miss my family very much. I wish I could hug my mom and hear her say, “Hi babe.” I think about the day that I will come home from exchange and finally get to hug my parents. I tell myself it’s going to be a long year if I keep thinking about this, but I can’t help myself from imagining. I imagine walking through the baggage claim with all of my suitcases and seeing my family. Tears of sorrow and happiness will be running down my cheeks because I just left my life in Poland to come back to this life in USA. Church is the only time I let myself think about being home with my family because I see all the families embracing around me.
It’s okay to be sad every Sunday but anymore will just be unnecessary sorrow.
Stephanie Raquel
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