"The fifth week blues"

So I've officially hit the fifth week blues. They told us this would happen and right on schedule they have arrived! Now everything has shifted from being new and interesting to feeling alienating. It's funny how much I seem to analyzing every single thought. But, I just miss the comforts of home. Not necessarily because life is so much easier and cleaner but what i miss most is the feeling of unconditional acceptance. I am a part of my host familyand they are really nice to me, but I am still not a member of their family, nor could I ever be. I have made friends with the members of my group but i have yet to feel completely me. It will come I know. I am also extremely nervous about site placement which is announced in two weeks. Site placement means the difference between a fabulous two years or a not so fabulous two years. Not really, I know that I am being dramatic. But literally we still have no idea where in the country we will be or if we will have site mates or be all alone. Nor do we know if we will be teaching middle school or high school, if we will be teaching us history or english conversation ( I doubt I will be teaching history). Will my town be big small, polluted, beautiful, hungarian speaking...who knows. I know though, or least thus far I have learned that details have a way of working themselves out. Anywhere I go I know that I will have to make the best of it.....
okay so funny short story....Well, i went to Romania with one white shirt and one cream shirt. No I have two new pink shirts. To make a long story short I left this past weekend to Brasov a lovely town in the mountains and my gazda mother insisted that she do my laundry. We did our usual yes/no tug of war ending with the usuall thank you so much!! And I left to Brasov with thoughts of clean clothes upon returning. So I returned yesterday to a neatly pile of clothes on my bed. And right away I notice my two formerly white and cream shirts carefully placed at the top of the pile. I walk into my room and my gazda mother comes running in..."Nina" she says as if she's overly worried. "yes," I answer gently not wanting her to feel bad about the shirts. "Nina, you are missing a sock!" That was it! Not a word about the now discolored clothes, NOTHING. Yet she's concerned about a lost sock. I laughed for about twenty minutes after that. So now I have two pink shirts. Never the lesss, I am kind of excited to be out on my own!
One last thing to share. Today we had a concert put on by a group of Gypsy children. They were amazing. This boy could play the violin so well it made me cry. I love Bach!!! It would inspire you Sarah!
okay that's all folks!