Due to a mix-up with housing, I was supposed to be with my current host family for two days before moving on. However, in the end I chose to stay on with them, and have been here for six weeks. I have two amazing parents and three little sisters, between the ages of 4 and 8.
I've learned the most from the girls, whether it's phrases in Arabic like how to say "Can I play with your hair?" or how to use a gas stove. They've also learned from me: they now say "oh my gosh!" when they spill things (or "oh my tosh!" in the little one’s case). A few nights ago, after a long ordeal with putting the older two to bed, the younger one and I got to hang out. As we lay on the floor dozing off and watching "How to Train Your Dragon" dubbed into Arabic, I realized that I truly feel at home with my Palestinian family.