Have you ever stepped out of your shoes and wondered how someone else might view you?
Matt has decided to get a boy from some foreign country who is working in town for the summer to rent our little apartment over our garage. He speaks some English, I am just not sure how much, since I haven't really had a conversation with him.
I have seen myself through his eyes this week and have laughed wondering what he thinks about American families.
First, he must wonder exactly how many cars we have. My car has been in the shop 2 different times in the last week (that's a whole other post). One day I borrowed my mom's car, one day I had my dad's car. Matt has had the large fish truck in the driveway and his regular truck and then sometimes he parks at the barn (not visible from our driveway). My mom has popped in and also watched the girls. My mother in law has stopped in and friends have dropped off kids and picked up kids a few times.
He has a bike and rides it everywhere. Yesterday, as I was coming down the driveway, he was walking up it and it was starting to rain. I was thinking I should offer him a ride, when I asked him where he was going. He was going to get the large container of salt that had fallen out of a grocery bag, that I had just driven over. Yup, real nice, sweet impression. Then he asked me where V had been lately. V is the woman that is in charge of the barn/horses and helped Matt get the "tenant". She was who he met first with Matt. So now I am wondering if he thinks Matt, V and I live in the house with the girls or Matt and V are a couple and I am the help? V actually lives 2 houses away on the other side of the "farm".
The poor boy. I can only imagine the stories he is frantically emailing home to his friends and family!