Moving Day....

I’ve just finished packing up all of my belongings.  I am moving to my new house in mere hours.  Its kind of silly of me to be nervous about moving houses.  I already know my new mom.  I know where she lives and I’ve stayed at her house twice before.  I know I talked about saying goodbyes in an earlier post.  But I had to say goodbye to my best friend today, Ajay.  I only really knew him for about three weeks, which isn’t very long.  We lived close together and so we went out eating and hanging out a lot.  He left this morning to return to the Netherlands.  His dad is really sick.  And saying goodbye is hard.  I know I’ll see him again, maybe not in Brazil but somewhere.  And in a few hours I’ll be saying goodbye to my second family.  Everyone complains about having siblings, we all know its true and we’ve all done it.  But my three brothers that I have for the next few hours, I’ll really miss them.  When I was packing last night my brother Savio came in and saw my water pic thing.  He was really excited about it, so I let him try it out and stuff.  The next thing I know, he is yelling for help because he forgot to close the water thing.  I know they’ll be excited to all have their own rooms again, but I’ll miss them.  Waking up and all the crazy hecticness that happens when trying to get 4 teens moving and on track with everything is magical.  Someone almost always forgets something, someone is always in the bathroom, always eating, always being crazy and lunaticish.  But I can come back and visit them; they have told me that they expect me to return at least twice a week. 

I have about 115 more days in Brazil.  I know some people are crossing them off like Harry Potter does when he is counting down to September 1^st and to Hogwarts.  But I’m counting these days like Harry does when his third semester is ending and he has to leave Hogwarts.  Not that I would be returning and viewing the States as living with the Dursely’s.  Because the Dorsey’s suck, and I am not relating the States to the Dursely’s house.  Just to be clear.  But the time is flying by for me.  I ran out of the face wash that I brought with me from the States.  I’m no longer the new kid at school. 

I really like this song.  As it is in Portuguese, I don't know that many of you will understand it.  Its upbeat and I really like singing it.  I chose this version of it because it includes pictures that more or less explain what the lyrics are.  Its a bit like charades in song version with pictures instead of hand motions.  I've gotten really good at that game.  If anyone wants to challenge me, this is your warning.  Exchange students are the best and can kick some booty.  We spend about a month only using hand motions to communicate.... Bring it on :)