Personal Narrative: My Host Family

“ My face is not where you can put your butt on”; that's how I felt and what chair would say if they had a mouth to speak.
The plane that I took finally landed at the Minneapolis airport in Minnesota on January 4, 2017. I could not believe that I would spend a year in here without any people who I knew. I felt like I got lost in an amusement park like a huge place and became a missing child. But, on the other hand, I was so proud of all my hardworking that I had done in Korea in order to come here. I just could not wait what I would do in here with my host family or my new friend. However, everything that I expected and was looking forward did not happen at all even though all I wanted was making an unforgettable memory with my host family. …show more content…
After that happening, everything except my host family and my relationship was still the same as they were; my whole house did smell like a brownie or some fruity pie due to my host mother and host sister’s baking. Whenever I touched their stuff like pushing a chair to sit on or opening the refrigerator to get water, I felt like I touched what I should not touch. Everyday, I felt like I walked on the ice that would be cracked really soon while everybody except me watched the show named ‘ america's got talent’ and laughed at each …show more content…
I came here to be happy; I did not come here to cry every night, but actually that was what I did every night. I saw that the relationship between my host family and I did not seem to get better anymore, so I had to find another host family to stay with me for the rest of the months that I had in America. I needed lots of courage to ask someone to host me. I did not want to put pressure on my friends by asking these question. Finally, I asked one of my friend’s parents when I hung out at my friend’s house. Fortunately, they said that they could host me for the rest of months in