And for four...

Writing is nice. You don´t have to be good either. As I sit in my room writing this, Struggling to form a bond with my family, and being tested by some strange stomach problem, I find that when I write, I know I will someday share what I have written with all those people I love, and it is almost as though I am talking to those people now. I would love to here them talk back to me, but it is nice at least to be able to feel as though I am being heard. I being Simon.
Yesterday I went with a close friend of mine named Taavi (an Estonian exchange student) to a cafe to talk about how we were both doing so far. I had a banana split, and last night it had me back. Over the last month or so I have been out of the house far to much, and now that I´m sick I am beginning to realize just how important it is that I bond with my family, or more so that I have a family.
This Saturday I will switch families. My new family has no kids, and they live in a small village outside of Ibarra, but despite this, I will have a family.
I am disappointed and frustrated with myself, and just sad that I failed to fully connect with my family. It makes me feel kind of cold and guilty, but it´s nice to know at least I feel cold and guilty. I found out today that my good friends from Portoviejo, Anna and Nathaniel, won´t be visiting this weekend. It is certainly annoying, as I was looking far forward to seeing them again, but it´s not the end of the world.
Perhaps partly because of this news, and other basically solemn news, Ive been on somewhat of a Beethoven binge over the last few days. This is quite painful, seeing as the only piece I have of Beethoven on my ipod is Ave Maria, which I know upside own by now. My host family has already moved my (or really they're) keyboard out of my room, so I can´t play any music either. I know though that I will be able to write much more music again once I witch families.