10 Things I learned from Living with Host Families

Throughout my years in college and then even following college, I found myself living with host families for times as short as a night to times as long as a year and a half. The hospitality of each of these families regardless of culture, country, or state blew me away every time. I want to share from my experience some advice for living with families not your own. 1. Everyone does their dishes differently. Most mommas are big on cleaning...
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Dominican Republic Dream

  As a kiddo, I dreamed about living in a Spanish-speaking country. I begged my dad to teach me Spanish so he took some Spanish classes and taught me what he could. I memorized songs in Spanish. No, I can’t remember them. Basically, all of me very much wanted to be Latin. My Dream To live in a Spanish-speaking country and become fluent, beautifully fluent in this romantic Spanish language. What About You? Did you have a dream to live...
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To the God of Waiting

A dear friend shared with me this quote, “Waiting is not just about what I get at the end of the wait; it’s about who I become as I wait.” She must have read 7 Ways To Follow God’s Will For Your Wait because I found that article when I searched the quote above because I wanted to find the person who said it. Finding ourselves in a period of waiting is frustrating. It’s tedious. While the city traffic spills...
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PRISM

  Pittsburgh Region International Student Ministries aka PRISM, not to be confused with “prison,” is one of my favorite Pittsburgh nonprofits. What PRISM Does A small team of globally-minded individuals, working out of the Bellefield Presbyterian Church on Fifth Avenue, organize events such as English conversation groups, social evenings, and trips to surrounding areas specifically for international students and their families. PRISM offers a cooking class for internationals so they can learn how to prepare favorite American foods and PRISM...
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Whiskey Sour

This is a tiny scene that I wrote for an old blog. For some reason, I still love it and wanted to share it with you all. “you’re afraid of love” That’s what the scarlet-shirted man at the bar said to me. I shrugged and took a swig of my whiskey sour. Who was he to say that anyway? When his drink was set before him, he grabbed it and moved to the other single woman at the bar slyly propositioning...
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Eating Dinner with a Korean

I plopped down my tray in the middle of the cafeteria. Most of the other conference attendees were done eating except the few stragglers and late-comers. Personally, I felt a bit peopled out since we had sessions all day long with meal breaks including a noisy room of people speaking many different languages. I bowed my head and then began eating. The table shifted and I looked up to find one of my Korean acquaintances sitting across from me. She’d...
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