I feel as if I've grown foreign in my own skin. I am caught between languages, between cultures.
I catch myself these days speaking English but having my hands and mouth go through French gestures. And even then my English is partly French. I've lost track of the number of times I've told one of my roommates that I was going "to take" tea or dinner or that something they said "had reason."
It's strange realizing this. Even more strange to realize that I want to do nothing to stop it - I fear that I wouldn't even know how to stop it in any case...
I catch myself these days speaking English but having my hands and mouth go through French gestures. And even then my English is partly French. I've lost track of the number of times I've told one of my roommates that I was going "to take" tea or dinner or that something they said "had reason."
It's strange realizing this. Even more strange to realize that I want to do nothing to stop it - I fear that I wouldn't even know how to stop it in any case...
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