As we opened the door to the house this evening, coming in from her school/hoikuen:
me: hun, i’m so proud of you–your English is stronger and stronger everyday.
You love love reading! Everyday it seems you are using a new word,…
girlie girl: yeah, but i’m not proud of you because you don’t have Japanese.
wah wah wah. probably a great idea if she sees me actively working at expanding my Japanese
& expanding my brain. or i’m thinking this thought she shared may/will only get worse as she gets older.
how’s that for motivation? thud.
It is quite juicy
to suddenly be able to
I am at the core,
a RAVING busy body.
America means I am EVERYWHERE
in every booth
talking hushed voices
round the clock.
Like Jim Carrey when his ears
took on the job of Almighty G-d.
SO much! SO much!
And that’s only what was spoken aloud.
(Fahgetabout what is being shushhhed).
Then there are the murmurs, the sighs,
the oversensitive, overactive
which is all on overtime,
can i get an “amen”?
For you expats or bicultural, bilinguals, how is it for you when you go back home? How does language strike you differently as you move back and forth between worlds?