6 emotional months

Six months ago, I was standing at the airport crying together with my best friends. I can't believe it's been half a year since I saw them, since I saw my family. 10 months, since I saw my older brother. 2015 was probably the worst year in my life. I went through so much and was in a really bad place in life, but I got through it thanks to my friends. On the night between 2nd-3rd of September 2015 was the night I was assaulted, beaten up and almost raped. It was a long way back after that and that's also what made me take this decision to move all the way over here. Today I'm so glad I did. I have grown so much as a person and gotten so much stronger and more independent. It hasn't been easy, at all. But now I'm so glad I have found a family that actually feels like family, and a second home. That I can be open and honest with, and most important be myself with.

SLO is a second home to me, it is the place that I fell in love with after meeting all the people there. It's not a second home because I lived with a family there, it's a second home because that's where all of my new friends is. I'm so thankful for all of the friends that I've made living there. Friends that I made by myself. As an au pair, you're supposed to get support from your LCC and host family to meet friends and to get to know people. I wasn't introduced to pretty much a single person in my age living there. This has made me realize that I should be proud of myself. Looking back at what I've achieved and accomplished during my journey so far really makes me realize how proud I am over myself. I still have a long way to go but I finally feel like I'm in a right place.  And the biggest thank you to all of my friends who has helped me through everything. I love you all, so so so much.♥



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