It’s been 9 months, 2 weeks and 3 days since I left the good life in New Jersey. I remember waking up and rolling off my queen size bed to make my way to the kitchen to make my host kids their oatmeal breakfast that they’ll soon refuse to eat.
I am writing this to hopefully encourage rather than discourage. If you’re having doubts about being an au pair, I promise there is hope. On paper, my first host family seemed incredible.
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