I was probably one of the most blessed students when it came to my homestay. I have two amazing sisters, both around my age, speak english very well, and sweet as can be. A younger brother whose so sweet, respectful, cute, and fun. An older brother whose protective, smart, and quite witty. A mother who is ridiculously strong, hilarious, caring, a great cook, and so responsive to all my needs. Aside from my absent father, I have what you call a perfect Moroccan family. Not even comparatively to others, in general.
Funny story: I probably, compared to most students, spent the least time at home.
I don’t know what it is… it’s like my habits from home followed me here. I just didn’t find the time to spend time at home. I was always out with friends, traveling every weekend… I know they noticed it, wondered what I was doing… Especially in their culture where you spend almost all your time at home with the rest of the family in the same room. And even when I was here most of the time I was in my room reading or on the internet. I definitely had some good conversations with them, but I could probably count how many and what they were about. I guess I always feel like I’m missing out on life when I’m at home… they just watch TV and have the same mundane schedule… But I do love them and love talking to them. I just regret what happened but I don’t know how I would’ve changed it. Maybe I should’ve made more of an effort to at least include my sisters in what I do. But it’s so awkward because we go out and eat a lot and I’m sure they didn’t want/couldn’t spend that kind of money.
I do feel like I’m at home here, I really do love it. But I know it could’ve been so much more… Oh well, not everything about Morocco can be perfect.
