Changing Host Families!

Dear Everyone,
I'm going to try this blogging thing again, and try to do it more regularly so that you all know what's going on. I think part of the reason I didn't blog before is because I felt like everything I wrote would be one big complaint about my host parents. Now that I'm switching, I shouldn't have to worry about that anymore.
The main reasons that I'm switching I think is that they treat/ treated me like I'm 12 years old, and felt justified in doing so. Also our personalities didn't really match, so that I was constantly bothered by them and what they said and their opinions, so that it wasn't fun to spend time with them. They are also very nit-picky, and I could deal with that to a certain extent, but not after 3 months. I didn't feel happy or comfortable at home, we fought constantly. When I went away at Christmas I really enjoyed being in the company of people who were nice to be around. (that last sentence was very round about, but the meaning still stands) I didn't like that I felt really happy and relaxed to be away from my host family, and that I was dreading going back. So I decided to change. This has been very complicated, and it's looked a lot like a bad soap opera, but now things are settled and I'm going.
I'm moving in with my friend Hannes from school. His family owns the apartment building they live in, and are renovating it as well as living there. They live on the top floor, and Hannes and his brother have a unit in the 50 building, and his parents and sister live in the 56 unit. In between are several rooms, including 54, which was previously unfinished. Now we are finishing the room so that I can live there with them, "Cool, neh?" (as Hannes would say) Today we scraped plaster off the ceiling so that it's flat, chilseled the floor even, and put walls up.
tomorrow the work continues...
I'm already much happier with my new family, and I enjoy the work.