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It's strange to think that it wasn't long ago that I was home. Now I live with a new family who seem to like me well enough, but who haven't given me a key. The house is beautiful although I sometimes have the feeling that I am in a museum. There is a garden in back with a fountain, 4 cats and the most beautiful dog. Hearing French all of the time is not as bad as I thought it would be, and somehow I manage to speak it. I had language tests this morning and don't care how I did. It might be the first time in my life that I've felt this way. I'm tired and sweaty now, but happy enough. I'm going to buy a cell phone this afternoon, so I will be contactable again. Oh, and I have wireless so if anybody is online in the morning or afternoon, we can talk!