My name is Sandy and I’m a linguist.
I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t take drugs.
But I do learn languages.
For me, one of the best feelings in the world is walking into a shop and having a 1-minute conversation entirely in a foreign language. It doesn’t have to be earth-shattering:
“A bottle of water, please”
“Still or sparkling”
“That’ll be 25 crowns”
“Here you go. Thank you.”
My first complete Czech conversation, three weeks after I arrived in the Czech Republic, was enough to give me a high for at least a couple of hours.
After a while though, the highs become less and less frequent. After a few years, I stop feeling it, and knowing that I can communicate is automatic.
Not for me the desire to be perfect, to reach native-speaker like pronunciation, grammar and vocabulary.
I still love the languages; I still want to use them; I still feel frustrated when I can’t quite express myself.
But I crave the highs.
So I learn a new language…