Severe homesickness is yet to be experienced, thank God. I've missed a few things from home, sure, but I haven't cried yet about being away from Sweden. I cried when I received a letter from Bestie back home. That was the only time. But in those tears, tears of joy were included of course.
Me, the girl who has never been nicknamed before, now has three of them that are in constant use. Mia, Sweden and Mike. Mia was by choice, nobody here can pronounce my real name so it is easier that way. Sweden is pretty self-explanatory. Mike is not by choice, not even a little, but it has stuck apparently. The story behind that is in French class someone accidentally typed "Il s'appelle Mia" which means "His name is Mia", and Cole said to me "I'm calling you Mike now. You're Mike." So, that is the name he has used for me ever since. Ever since the day before yesterday - but still. Nicknames are quite fun though. It's nice to have one for once.
I enjoy my American life a lot so far. The food is glorious (albeit unhealthy), the school is brilliant and so are the people. They are so open, and when I'm here I am too. My host family is fantastic, I love them already.
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| My wonderful host dad bought this awesome t-shirt for me at Wal-Mart, just to have at home. |
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| There is a lot of peanut butter in food here. And candy. |
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| Cracker Jack's is by far my favourite American candy thus far. It is glorious, people! |
