It’s funny living in a country where the main language spoken is something other than your own. When I want to challenge my brain and work on my Chinese it’s always there- in the background.
But on most days I’m exhausted or zoned out and not focusing and because I can’t understand everything, the language around me becomes white noise. It’s constant and comforting.
Being in the States is going to be a major shock in that regard.
But anyway, I am on my way to Kaohsiung and the young lady next to me just called her mom and I understood her whole conversation. I was eaves dropping! That’s not something I normally can do here! I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud of being nosy.