Settling in....

Soooo i am now living in the heart of Brooklyn in a beautifull home, in a typical American neighbourhood. I live with jill (my host mum), James (my host Dad) and Emily and Sarah (the girls that i look after). Very soon after me arriving the girls kept me on my toe's. My relationship with Jill and James is strictly a professional one, in other words i do not discuss the cute guy at the gym with Jill or how much fun the club was on a Saturday night with James; as some of my friends do with there host family's. But i personally like it that way as we keep our privite lifes to our selfs as you would do with your boss if you worked in an office or anywere else for that matter. And as for my relationship with the girls....were to start. I will begin by saying the girls are very spoilt they get what they want from Mummy and Daddy and often miss behave and are very rarely punished actually borderline never punished for what they do. But i will also add that this is the way that they were brought up....so i don't believe that this is there fault. From day one as a new aupair i was also battling with the fact that these young girls have had many aupairs in the past...there fav one being Alison Taylor. I was told very bluntley by Emily "no offence" (i have no idea why she added those words as she new what she was about to say was offensive) "But Alison was a great aupiar..she was our fav and you are never going to be as good as her " Talk about a confidence knock after only being in my new home for a matter of hours. But i held back the tears and took it in my stride. During the weeks that i was homesick i cried an cried and cried and the smallest and most stupid things brought tears to my eyes. And if i am honest i did not un pack my suitcase for six weeks after arrivng as the thought alone of un packing my cloths into the wardrobes where my cloths were gunna stay for the next year made my eyes well up.