Ouff. It has been much too long. My well intended commitment to blog regularly has hit a speed bump. A speed bump called working 5 days a week, full-time undergrad study, running a society and the sad semblance of a social life.
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2 weeks ago, I spent a glorious 24 hours in St. John’s, NL. I flew in around noon on the 13th, was generously picked up by my high school best friend, Hali, and given an amazing tour of an amazing city. Despite the wind and the fog, I felt this overwhelming sense of belonging. I think that’s a pretty typical feeling for most people who visit the Rock, but I could even picturing myself calling that place home (which, in my life, usually means temporarily). Nonetheless, it was a beautiful time, and an honor to guest speak at the annual NLCSA meeting.
My “Dear Host Family” letter is officially complete. *Insert sigh of relief*. Considering the fact that I’ve successfully written one before, I assumed it would be an easy task. It wasn’t. It’s so entirely different this time, and I guess that’s because I am. Not only has my work experience, volunteer experience, education and passions changed, but my skills and characteristics have, too.
It’s not all rainbows and unicorns, of course. There is the last bit of the letter that worries me. After hopefully WOWing every potential HF that reads the chronicles of my life, there comes the awkward moment when I sneakily slide in the fact that I have tattoos. A lot of them. 14 to be exact.
I debated writing this post, which is a sad confession, but decided to give it a shot. Though the intention of this blog is to be Au Pair specific, it’s obviously a dry time. My interview is in 8 days, and only then does the fun begin. Regardless, I still have a wide array of witty-to-me things to say.
Having some serious deja vu filling out the Au Pair application form. I definitely remember being more anxious the first time. Guess that’s a result of now knowing what to expect. On second thought, maybe I should be MORE anxious now that I know what I’m getting myself into. Hmm.
By far my question of the entire 26 page application form: What are some of your worst qualities? Good lord. How can I answer this without making them feel as though a) I’d be impossible to shack up with and b) I’d be the worst Au Pair ever.
Au Pairody .. a play on the noun Au Pair /ˌō ˈpe(ə)r/ – A young foreign person, typically a woman, who helps with housework or child care in exchange for room and board, and the noun Parody /ˈparədē/- a humorous or satirical imitation of a serious piece of literature or writing. The irony of the title of this blog being that my intentions are for this to be the whole truth (though often humorous), nitty gritty, etc. etc. about an ex-au pair becoming an au pair once again.