I don't remember having this problem when I lived in my own country. If I went to visit friends in their homes, there were always subtle signs that told me it was time to go home. A yawn, a stretch, a glance at the clock... one guest leaves, and everyone else follows suit in rapid succession... the evening ends quickly.
In Mexico, it wasn't a problem either. People stayed up forever, and I usually pooped out and went home before anyone else.
But since I've come to Europe, I feel a certain level of discomfort with knowing how late it's acceptable to stay. Most of the time, I'm having such a good time, that I don't particularly feel like leaving, but I'm aware that my hosts have to get up and go to work in the morning. They don't share my luxury of being able to sleep in. So, I start getting nervous around 10 o'clock, even if I only got there at 8. And I try to find a graceful way to excuse myself, profusely thanking them for their hospitality. Just trying to be considerate. But then, sometimes, I feel like I've left too early, and maybe insulted their hospitality. Ate and ran, so to speak. But I just can't seem to pick up on the signs. And if people are protesting my leavetaking, are they just doing so to be polite?
Even in my own home, I guess I assume that my presence is something to be tolerated... something no one wants to much of. Case in point... the other day, Pegleg and Sinbad called me into their room to see a video on the computer... a funny Polish video about a driving school (for dumb blondes.. blondinki) on a Slovak version of YouTube. We had some laughs over it, and then watched a bunch more videos, one stupider than the next, but it was fun to hang out with them. And we were chatting about my need to learn Czech, and Sinbad suggested that I could learn by playing video games with Pegleg and help him with his English. I agreed that it was a good idea (I'm not sure, though, if Pegleg was paying attention or caught on to what we were talking about... he was busy steering the computer).
Then, it seemed that we got to the end of the page of videos on the screen, and though I didn't really feel like leaving, there was enough of a lull (maybe a second or two), that I was compelled to jump to my feet and thank them for the show, retreating to my half of the apartment.
And then, I wondered if I had just given them the impression that I didn't want to hang out with them. As some of you know, this is a recurring theme in my life that I'm trying to work on.
But the fact remains that sometimes, I feel like I've overstayed my welcome, and other times, I feel like I've jumped ship early. It never seems to work out just right. Do you ever struggle with these issues? Any insights or suggestions for me?



