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.