I realized that i could not drive home or call my mother to come pick me up. I was stuck in a world completely different from my own. What was I to do? The first day can only be described as awkward and uncomfortable. What do I say? What do I eat? Not, to mention the language barrier. All of these new feelings came pummeling towords me with no time for me to react. So, I didn't, I spent my first day locked up inside of the two yearold, Nicos, room with only the toys to keep me company.

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