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ms-pbunny · 11 months
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"It's London, baby!"
As I always hear Joey's voice from Friends.
I have had the opportunity to move there for a while. One of the best time what I have ever had. After high school, I decided not to go direct to university and I always wanted to learn English better than we did at school. So, I checked all the ways how I could have a fresh high school student go the UK, without having financial support and few weeks later I found myself in the suburban area of London, as an au par for a British family. I made so many good friends, who are still very close to me, I travelled, seen new places and I got to experience the amazing night life of London. Not to mention, I was lucky having a wonderful host family. Sometimes, I think of this time like it was a dream.
This photo was taken by me, one of the time when I was catching an early flight home.📷✈️ London will be always in a special place in my heart.❤️
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batsmilelove · 1 year
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Everyone in my age is engaged and getting married. Meanwhile me, just get a host family to start living abroad.
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brazilian-whalien52 · 6 months
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Taking care of American neurotyoical white Middle class make me understand so many things
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rebelmilady · 5 months
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Sono da sola, felice e in viaggio!
Viva la vita🌈
1 anno per ritrovarmi, riscoprirmi e crescere.
Buon viaggio a me💫
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akeminy · 7 months
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Seriously considering the idea of applying as an Au Pair for next year...After graduating from college (which will be next year), I want to do a master's degree, but I don't have money yet...And I don't want to stay in my country either. I desperately want to go out... But I'm scared...
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Stars of Lovingness (The Tale of an Unlikely Au Pair)
Chapter 4
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camis-coffee · 1 year
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Day 71 of a lot of days
It’s currently 8:19 pm and I just finished spending the day with my host family. It has now been a little more than two month since I’ve been here and I guess things are slowly to get better, for both my mental health and my level of comfort around both the kids and the parents (I’m still very awkward around them sometimes, especially around my host dad). 
I got to meet another wonderful girl some weeks ago, and I’ll see here again tomorrow for dinner. I have organised a day out with some other girls and I honestly can’t wait, I feel like I’ve only seen the kids for the past two months (which is kinda true, I mean I haven’t seen anyone in a month at least outside from my host parents and their friends) so I hope it will feel refreshing!
On an emotional level, I still feel very confused on what I am going through. One moment I feel extra happy and think of extending for the second year too and then a kid go berserk and I start regretting all of my life’s choices! So it’s getting very confusing and I don’t really know hot to get rid of this sensation, hence suggestions are welcomed!
As I wrote in my notebook, I have come to a compromise with my mental health where I keep going without thinking too much or 1. I’ll end up having a mental breakdown and won’t recover and 2. it will make things probably worst. So the compromise is just ignoring my problems and my feelings as I have been doing for the last 10 years, so like for half of my life. Do not try this at home I do not recommend. I am fully aware that this is super toxic and unhealthy but it’s literally the only way I can stay here for ten more months. 
I also wanted to try write more on here because I would like to share it all but, as already soon, my abilities as a writer are not that great and I do not know how to properly form sentences sometimes, not even in italian.. but I’ll try!
Until next time! In the meantime, you can find me on twitter and instagram! 
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parisianpicnic · 11 months
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Paris is but a dream.
It’s been 8 years since I was wandering through the streets of Paris, wide-eyed, awestruck that I’d made it. I sat up along the wall of Pont Neuf, my feet resting on the stone seat below as I traced the declaration of love that had been etched into it. It was yet another point in time that I caught myself saying, just remember this moment, because one day, this will feel like a dream.
Mornings in Paris were whimsical, although I have to admit, I experienced way fewer of them than I should’ve. It’s a real diabolical challenge getting me out of bed at the best of times, and that was true even in the most gorgeous city in the world. I could, however, occasionally be coaxed out of bed in the early hours of the morning by the very thing that was causing my downfall (aka undiagnosed coeliac disease): two freshly made pain au chocolat from the local bakery. I’d slip on my jeans and some ballet flats in between yawns, and as I made my way out of my apartment resisting the serious urge to go back to bed... it would take just one look down the street to know that this was not a moment to be missed. The sun would peak over the city in splashes of gold, the leaves in the grand parks gently whispering as they awaited the day’s visitors. If that wasn’t enough, then all it should take was a whiff from the local bakery. Nothing, and I mean nothing beats freshly made Parisian pastries (I’ve already cleaned my teeth for the evening, but I can seriously feel my mouth watering at the thought). The city was a stage that I had for myself, and it was in these glorious, wonder-filled moments that I told myself that I should do this every day. Of course, I didn’t (mornings were a diabolical challenge, remember?). I remember shifting the Stabilise gravel in the Tuileries with my feet early one morning and it being the only sound against the trickles of the fountain, broken up by bites of flaky pastry. The sunshine tried its best to gently lift up my heavy, sleepy eyes. I was tired. But I had that same voice in my head. Take it all in, because one day, this will feel like a dream.
So, was it? Because I sort of, in a way, feel like it never happened. Mornings now, well... they look a little bit less glamorous. I’ve swapped out jeans with ballet flats, a Louis Vuitton handbag, and strolls down cobblestoned streets with flecks of pastry around my mouth from those decadent chocolate croissants for a 5:30am alarm, medical scrubs, hastily made coffee, and gluten-free cereal and yoghurt thrown into a red Tupperware container. I love and loathe red traffic lights on my commute into the hospital. Love because I have a few moments to woof down a few scoops of my cereal (if I waited for a break, it would either turn soggy, or I wouldn’t get to eat it at all). Loathe because I’m often running late. The buildings have a grungy feel to them, a character of sorts, but couldn’t be further from Haussmann’s uniformed visions. I miss getting lost in the architecture and history on the way to my destination. Miss wondering what happened here.
No more boulevards, daily specials scribbled on chalkboards, charming mouldings on the ceiling, or chandeliers in waiting rooms. No more stopping to take photos to remind myself of this moment later, in case I forgot. Life at the moment is instead played out in front of a series of rotating walls—those of the emergency department, my office at home, or the university library. In two and a half years, I will (terrifyingly) officially be a doctor.  I furiously scribble down every offhand comment casually made by the registrar or consultant that bridges a gap in my knowledge (of which there are many). Often it’s in totally illegible handwriting that not even I can read (and I wrote the note!) so not only am I contributing to the stereotype, I’m also not even doing something useful with it. I only apply makeup to my eyes now, because my days are spent in N95 masks, although, this has its perks. Admittedly, only needing to do makeup for the top part of my face has saved me a lot of time, and money that would’ve been otherwise spent at MECCA (the Australian equivalent of Sephora, aka my happy place). I couldn’t stay in Paris being an au pair forever, but life now couldn’t feel further from what it used to be.
I won’t lie... my life in Paris feels like it was a dream. All those years ago, I was, let’s face it, totally clueless about what I wanted to do in life. I’d bled my bank account dry (but in Paris! How artsy!), was soul-crushingly heartbroken over the guy who I thought was going to be the great love of my life (but in Paris! How twisted and romantic!), and was living in a shoebox apartment sleeping on a foldout bed (but who cares, it’s in Paris!). No matter what was thrown my way, it didn’t matter because, it could always be justified by but I’m living in Paris! I adored the family I was an au pair for, had wonderful friends that I could count on at any time of day or night, and it was all set in the backdrop of dreams. Now, I’m a broke full-time med student still bruised from a recent devastating breakup. But none of it is in Paris. Same sh**, different city, hey? At least the bed situation has improved (I’m writing this nestled under my blankets). I guess this time I have the extra wildcard of an ongoing pandemic. No wonder Paris feels like it was a dream. It was gloriously, wildly carefree.
I love medicine, and I love how enriching it is and how there is always more to learn, and how I’m doing something to give back to my community. I know I’ll feel fulfilled, no matter the city or the stage. But some days as I’m driving into the hospital, I find myself wondering what’ll happen if I just turn right instead of left, and follow the exit signs towards the airport. I’d jump on a plane or into a time machine and go back to my old life in Paris... maybe it was all just a dream.
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aupairpazza · 1 year
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I’ve very nervous about tomorrow. It’ll be my first ‘official’ day as the kids are going back to school. Im worried that I’m not going to be able to keep them occupied in the morning - possibly something that I’m going to struggle with in the beginning. H is very keen to use the hot glue gun - I’m okay with her using it, just needs to be used in the same room as me which I don’t think she understands. She’s very much like G which frustrates me. I really was hoping for kids that didn’t make me test me. Maybe that’s why I got them - so that I could struggle yet learn.
Hoping to go to the bank tomorrow as well to finalise my account. Dream Au Pair have said that they’ve paid me and the money will probably be in tomorrow. Fingers crossed that it still goes in even if I haven’t actually finalised my account. I really do hope I have the correct details to the man about my account. Once that is done, I can head to IRD place to get that sorted.
I have dinner for tomorrow sorted but not Thursday or Friday. The tacos I did Monday worked out well, doing a slow cooker meal tomorrow. Fingers crossed it goes well. H and I made choc chip banana bread yesterday that everyone likes. Might become a weekly thing that I can do them and alternate who I do it with.
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wiktoriabarecka · 1 year
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in fair verona, 2023 
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vicktoryscreech · 2 years
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i made a chickpea curry for the first time since i did au pair work, so really the first time i’ve made it for just myself and not a family i was working for. the smell of it is giving me such intense and vivid memories of that chaotic ass family idk if i can even eat it
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likeafolkssong · 1 year
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I got to talk with my uk family today 🥹💛
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brazilian-whalien52 · 11 months
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Nothing kills the euphoria of summer as being an au pair
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The Pros and Cons of Being an Au Pair in London
An au pair is a young person, usually between the ages of 18 and 30, who lives with a host family in a foreign country and helps with childcare and other household duties in exchange for room, board, and a small allowance. Being an au pair in London can be a unique and rewarding experience, but it also has its challenges. In this article, we'll explore the pros and cons of being an au pair in London to help you decide if it's the right choice for you.
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Pros of Being an Au Pair in London
Immersion in a New Culture
One of the biggest benefits of being an au pair in London is the opportunity to immerse yourself in a new culture. You'll have the chance to learn about the customs, traditions, and way of life in one of the most diverse and exciting cities in the world.
Improve Your Language Skills
Another benefit of being an au pair in London is the opportunity to improve your English language skills. Whether you're a native speaker or not, living and working in an English-speaking environment will help you to become more fluent and confident in your language abilities.
Save Money
Being an au pair in London can be a great way to save money. With room and board provided, you won't have to worry about paying rent or buying groceries. Plus, you'll get a small allowance each week that can be used for transportation, entertainment, and other expenses.
Make New Friends
As an au pair in London, you'll have the opportunity to meet and make friends with people from all over the world. You'll likely be placed with a host family who will introduce you to their friends and family, and you'll have the opportunity to meet other au pairs through social events and meetups.
Flexible Schedule
Being an au pair in London typically allows for a flexible schedule. You will have time to pursue your own interests, such as studying or traveling during your free time.
Career opportunity
Being an au pair in London can open up opportunities for your future career. You will gain experience working with children, as well as learn valuable skills like time management and communication.
Cons of Being an Au Pair in London
Homesickness
One of the biggest challenges of being an au pair in London is homesickness. Living in a foreign country, away from your family and friends, can be emotionally difficult and isolating.
Cultural differences
Living with a host family can be challenging due to cultural differences. You may find that their parenting style, household rules, and expectations are different from what you're used to.
Responsibility
As an au pair, you will be responsible for taking care of children, which can be challenging, especially if you have little or no experience with childcare.
Limited Privacy
Living with a host family can mean limited privacy. You'll be sharing a living space with them, and you may not have your own room.
Financial constraints
The allowance you receive as an au pair may not be enough to cover all your expenses, especially if you want to travel or explore London.
Long working hours
As an au pair, you may be required to work long hours. 
These all are the pros and cons of an being an Au Pair.
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