My PST host mom and me in our outdoor kitchen during the summer. Leaving everything I know to come to a country that I had barely heard of was quite possibly one of the most difficult things I’ve ever decided to do. Life was full of craziness as I tried new things and attempted to adjust to a new culture. My host mom certainly always made life interesting. This was my first experience outside of America and I was nervous. My host mom took away all my fear. Upon being introduced she engulfed me in a big hug and I knew that I was home. My host mom spoke without ceasing. She knew that I didn’t understand, but she didn’t care, she wanted me to feel like I belonged there. When I just looked at her, clearly confused, she would hug me and assure me that everything was going to be okay. And it was. I couldn’t have asked for a better Host Mom.