The past few days have been tough for me. I have been living with a group of Americans and I really liked living with them. My mother forbid me to live alone in a foreign country, so I actually wanted to live with one or maximal two other persons. I ended up sharing an apartment with nine others. The building was full with students. And we were all friends. When the kitchen was taken, and I didn’t want to wait, I would go to someone else’s apartment to cook. We were all together at least once a week. But they had to go back to the USA, because they had another semester there.

We did a lot of things together, we shared a lot together. We never had fights either, sometimes a discussion, but those were silly. And now they were going, one by one. The last week we spent a lot of time together. We had dinner together for the last time, went to the beach and played games there for the last time, and on Saturday night, we went out together for the last time. It was the hardest goodbye ever. Because I knew, most of them, I would never see again. And for the others, there was a chance that we will see each other one more time when they come back to Europe or whenever I go to the USA. The worst part was that they didn’t leave altogether, every day some of them would go, so every day, I had to say goodbye. I was left all alone in the building, I wasn’t really friend with the European people in the building who were there for longer.

Soon I had new roommates, and in the beginning I was not really open. Bu after two days, I started talking to them, and I started liking them as well. They already knew each other, but they invited me to go grab ice cream with them, which I accepted. The girls are really sweet, so I am excited who else will come to fill the other rooms. In the meanwhile, I am still taking my classes and meeting my friends outside of the building.