after almost 3 years, i’ve finally come to terms with the fact that, while living abroad,
a) i will never really know what’s going on*
b) 50% of the time i open my mouth to speak a language that is not my own (usually german, sometimes spanish), i will sound like a complete idiot.
but i’d rather make the effort (refusing to speak english unless i absolutely must) and fail half the time than never try. you know? it’s worth it to me. because, while i struggle a little bit every day, i manage to learn a little every day, too.
and i’m not sure, but i think (i think!) that’s what matters.
* never really knowing what’s going on = me walking around in a semi-perpetual state of confusion…which, come to think of it, happens in the good ol’ US of A quite a bit too. hmm….