Reflexion

Reflexion

THE INNER MESS OF BEING BILINGUAL (or at least trying to.)

THE INNER MESS OF BEING BILINGUAL (or at least trying to.)

Really soon, I started to think in English and dream in English. Not all the time, even sometimes my head was mixing up both languages, in a very specific fluent and neat way, and yet very understandable. My inner voice integrated this new language quite naturally. And hearing it everywhere all around me, every day, and sometimes continuously (meaning without any French interruption for a while) brought my inner voice(s) to speak to me in English. It could have seemed such a hullabaloo from the outside, but those voices kind of established themselves very naturally, without any confusion.

A YEAR TRAVELLING NEW ZEALAND - AND RETURNING "HOME"

A YEAR TRAVELLING NEW ZEALAND - AND RETURNING "HOME"

I think about New Zealand every single day. Sometimes a picture of a mountain pops up into my mind. Sometimes it’s Lake Te Anau, some other times it’s a familiar face. When I think of some specific situations and occasions, it draws a smile on my face. I often close my eyes and breathe deeply for I need to regain some states of mind, plenitude, calm, and confidence.
Then, comes up a song. Hundreds of songs, actually.