I made myself a Nutella sandwich with chocolate milk because after a day of acting like an adult and taking care of a little kid, sometimes you deserve to be a kid.
I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m scared. I’m stressed. I’m up to my ears with paperwork and government officials saying one thing and then another.
Yet, you want to know what reminds me that this will definitely be worth it? When random people tell me that my French is good for only being here a month.
This weekend, I went to Belgium to visit my aunt. On the train, I sat next to a guy who started up a conversation after I asked him what his book was about. We ended up talking about cultures and languages for the full two hour long train ride and it was all in French. At the end, he assured me that I am going to be okay.
“You’ve only been here for a month? Calm down… You just spent two hours talking to a stranger in French and did well. You’ll be fluent by the end of the year.”
Today, I went to a gym to figure out if I wanted to try it out and someone walked in while I was struggling with my language barrier with the receptionist. They both were able to answer all my questions and after the guy who walked in found out I have only been here for a month, he told me the same thing as the stranger on the train did.
After a struggling day, these moments are the ones that remind me why I chose to do this.