Everything started 2 months, 3 weeks and 1 days ago, when I left the EF language and culture camp in Northfield, VT. It was 3 am and I was taking the last Bus for that night. I fell asleep as soon as the bus started.
When I woke up, I could already see the city of Boston.The sun was not really high yet and it just looked amazing. It was 6 am now and the other people on the bus began to wake up.
All together we entered the airport. It was only me and a guy, Marco, who were taking the flight to Richmond. All the others were going to Las Vegas, NV.
We said goodbye to our camp teachers, and to each other, leaving through different security gates.
After an 1 1/2 hour flight, I finally could see the ground and all of a sudden I was terribly excited. I was really here! I was about to meet my host family in 5 min. I was so happy, I was about to cry. I took my EF bag and my laptop and walked out of the plane. As walked through the hallway, my heart started to beat faster and faster.
And then I entered the big hall where everybody was waiting. A family passed me and then I could see them: My new family for a year.
