The seat is cold and I am shivering. I just left home and I don't know how to feel about the situation.
I'm reading Sylvia Plath. Honestly, I'm only reading it because I read somewhere that girls like boys that read.
The book isn't all that bad, the poets are well written and the words are well formulated.
I've been looking forward to this day for a long time.
I'm meeting the host family at the airport.
The family lives in Woodford, Illinois.
I skyped with them once.
They were nice though they seemed a little boring for my taste.
Nova seemed cool though she had a hard rock t- shirt on and she had blonde hair with blue and purple stripes.
I just got off the plane.
I spot Nova fast, her hair and style isn't hard to miss not long after I see Mr. and Ms. Johnson holding a sign that says “Jonas”.
I haven't really gotten to talk with them much so on the way home I just start rambling about how I'm from Denmark (which they obviously already know), how the weather is either sunny or pouring down and how we celebrate birthdays and holidays.
The house is big. It has 2 floors, it's furnished white and organised so the place seems even bigger.
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