fostering...

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It's my first time to be a foster family of someone who's from a developed country. My friend asked me if I were willing to foster an adult who is establishing some contacts and preparing logistics for their organization's activities in the country. I said yes. Knowing that the person I would be living with for the next few days is someone who is totally not like us, this somehow made me curious of how other adults like me in that part of the world could be, although, i know we have plenty of things common, still the possible differences and learning experience made me say yes. So, I have been a foster sister for almost two weeks now. His name by the way is "Richard". Oh well, yeah, he has been on the road for eight months now. He has gone to places in Europe, and he just came from Thailand. Since, I hardly knew how it is to be a foster sister... I am still a bit apprehensive of how he has been doing at home. I mean, he probably lives in a more comfortable place in his country, I wonder if he finds it cool staying in our place... knowing that our place can get crampy a bit specially my family is quite big. So in a span of two weeks, I could say that I have bonded with him. And mind you he's a great guy. He's fun to be with. He is indeed like a family. I like having him around. Basically, there has been changes in our set-up at home, and having him is like learning new things and terms from him... Now my dilemma is i am quite such a loser when it comes to saying goodbyes... i mean, i know that time will come when i have to say bye-bye to him... hayyy! help me how can i stop myself from being attached to this total stranger who sleeps in my bed (i gave up the comfort of my bed-- well that is filipino hospitality... :P)?