What’s the purpose of …?

What’s the purpose of me learning languages?

To be honest I don’t know.

What’s the purpose of me moving to Boston?

Because I just want to. Does it not suffice?

Then what’s the purpose of ……?

I sometimes kept asking myself existential questions.

And Stasy, 2022 has come to the later part. I guess when I am not insisting on making progress, I’m the happiest and actually make loads of interesting progresses. And I’d like you to keep being so happy and healthy.

To be honest, learning languages does not bring me anywhere. Nor did I meet the love of my life neither upper up my career because of my linguistic fluency. It was all just because I knew I wanted to start again somewhere, and I had to master a language. I didn’t know why I opted out the US back then. Maybe because I thought it was too pricey for me.

France was an easy choice for its unfathomable romance . But when I really landed I didn’t like the place. So I changed and moved in the hope of finding a place of my own. And the routine continued for years. I didn’t know what was wrong, was the domain wrong, was the country wrong, or were I just wrong. I just kept moving. But luckily I still managed to find places that I felt at home. And it seems to be either Spain, Belgium or the US.

Even if I speak French, German to the mother tongue level, I do not intend to stay in the French or German speaking regions. I guess it’s because the more I know the culture and easily identified as a local, the more I feel like ‘okay, I am good.’

And now I am learning Flemish. Just because I guess one day I’d return to Leuven and settle there.