Are You My Mother?

Very Appropriate... Listen while Reading

So maybe you've been wondering why I haven't blogged in forever... well, this has been quite the week. And, as of right now, I am homeless. Ok rewind, I've been getting increasingly bothered by the number of rules and unnecessary regulations in my host family and it all boiled over on Wednesday when I became extremely overwhelmed and anxious in class. I went to the Bucknell professors' office, to inform them about my bathroom rules, no flushing and also close the door quietly if I use the bathroom at night (a rule that was instilled with a post it on Wednesday morning... and trust me I havent been slamming the door in any way, shape, or form). I told them about the wall shaking tantrums my sister was having, and I explained a few more discomforts of the house. It all boiled down to me basically living in a boarding house, rather than a family. Not so comfortable.
They told me it seemed as if the dynamic had dramtically changed in the span of a year (the girl before me had numerous complaints similar to mine, and would come to the office in tears). They told me to think about my options, bring in my list of rules (which they were suprised to hear about) and come back in. Well, I obviously did not look forward to going home, and being there was almost unbearable. I asked to leave the dinner table early, blaming homework, and I was greeted with more rudeness than I have ever encountered in the house. While I sat in my room, my sister came in, telling me that when I went down in the morning, could I please remove my shoes? (sure?) I was so uncomfortable in the morning, I left early and waited for my friend, who I walk with, and just chilled on the street corner (no big). I arrived to one of the Bucknell professors in my classroom waiting for me. I told her my newest rules (no shoes, which I forgot to do and the mom STARED at my feet... get a life, lady) and also gave her my list of rules, including the two signs I took off the door of the bathroom. She rolled her eyes at my rules, and told me I should probably move out. I sighed and agreed, extremely relieved at this point. She told me the move would probably happen in a week or so, and not to say anything.
Not even an hour later, she came back to my class, pulled me and my friend Catherine out, and informed us that I would be packing THAT DAY, spend two nights at Catherine's, and move into my new house SATURDAY. That was fast.
We walked to my house after class, packed me up in less than an hour, had one awkward moment with my host mom ("are you leaving tonight?" she asked, "yes" I answered- that was it), and brought a sleepover bag to catherine, leaving my suitcases neatly lined up in my room.
Being at Catherines, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. No more disgusting, dirty walls. No more hamsters brought to the dinner table (ew), no more not sleeping because tantrums are being thrown, no more stupid rules, no more any of that! Catherine and I had a super girly sleepover, watching Jane Austen Book Club and painting nails, and I slept GREAT.
After class Friday, I drove with the Bucknell professors to pick up my suitcases. They told me not to worry, they were going as support and nothing would happen. We arrived, a little late (usual french fashion) and my host mom was NOT happy to see them. We shook her hand, went upstairs, brought everything down (they cleaned the house- psh... that was obvious) and tried to leave. But we were stopped. With a lecture, from my mom, telling them it ws MY fault I didn't say anything was wrong, that I was being dishonest when I took the signs down, BLAH BLAH. They kinda dismissed her, I shook her hand thank you, and got the HECK OUT OF THERE. We closed the door, and Professor Kingue looks at me and goes, "I seeeeeee."HA.
Well that chapter is closed. I am excited for the new chapter. I get my new family tomorrow. I will live close to my friends, with a single woman in an apartment. I keep wondering what she will be like, if I have passed her on the street. Catherine and I started a joke that I am the little bird from the children's book Are You My Mother. Looking at each person and wondering are you gonna take care of meeee?
I'm Little Orphan Annie waiting for Mommy Warbucks to loveeeee meeee.
Will keep you updated! Wish me luck!