On not feeling foreign all the time, but continuing to feel like an immigrant.
I can talk to everyone, or it feels like I can talk to everyone. It can get overwhelming sometimes, distracting even. When you live in a country and you don’t know the language beyond 25 words/phrases (food items, numbers, sports cheers, elementary greetings) you cannot talk to everyone. The extent of my interaction with a... Continue Reading →
We had Mandarin class this morning, and it turned into a discussion of bar vocabulary: "drunk," "wine," "beer," "bar," "a bar called peach." We now know 9 verbs: want, have, am, eat, drink, go, like, call, miss. Maybe some others too. The adjective are varied and delightful: drunk, happy, excited, confident, tired, lazy, small, patient,... Continue Reading →