I have basically put aside English and the US of A for a little over a year now. Other than my job teaching English that I started a few months ago,I cannot say I speak more than a few words in English per month - at least half of which, I'm embarrassed to admit are profanities. I deliberately only swear in my native tongue not particularly out of courtesy, but mostly because"putain" et "merde" do nothing for me...
Long story short, I'm realizing that as much as I thoroughly enjoy progressing in French, which is undeniably a result of my pig-headed REFUSAL to speak in English to ANYONE**, English is a part of me.
My first words were in English, as were almost every other one that I uttered until I was about 20.
That makes a lot of words,
That makes a lot of experiences, and
That makes a lot memories,
all
in English.
Donc, C'est bien là, l'anglais, et
c'est comme ça.
So, here's to English! My language, my culture, my home.
So alas,
Welcome home.
**I am continually amazed by the pervasive degree in which the English language squishes its way to all corners of the world...
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