Some *limited* advice on learning a language

October 14, 2016

Did I mention that I'm learning Italian?

Yeah, thought I might have. Once, or twice, or maybe a few times...

Anyway, I've now been 'learning' Italian for a year. (I'm using those little quotation marks because I've mainly taught myself - possibly, now I think about it, a major reason why I'm not yet fluent).

I've never been much of a languages kinda girl - I dropped French after GCSE because my accent was so bad even my dad was surprised I passed. I've never imagined I could speak a foreign language and never been passionate enough about it to put in the effort - and BOY does it take effort.

A year ago I pictured myself gliding through Italy, throwing a casual 'ciao' out here and there, stopping to chat to good looking Italians as I passed etc etc. In reality, I still stumble when I ask for something and they don't immediately comprehend, then say something incoherent and go red and start speaking English. Good job Mir.




Dublin, Ireland

October 09, 2016

It is finally October and I am back in Italy, which means my odd, nomadic summer is finally over. After a month living in a hostel in Vietnam followed by an unexpected period of homelessness in London, it feels surreally good to be writing this from my own bed, perched atop of my excessive cushion collection and surrounded by scented candles. (Yep, I'm pretty basic.)

And so, my 'gap yah' begins. After 15 years straight of education is feels a little weird to know that, this year, I can do anything or go anywhere at the drop of a hat just because I fancy it. At the moment I'm settled in Bologna until February but after that, I don't really have a plan. It's all very #yolo and spontaneous... and slightly scary.

The one thing that is going to be difficult living back in Bologna is the fact that my best group of gal pals aren't going to be here; we were inseparable since Day One for the entirety of last year so not having them around for coffee dates/emergency wine/emotional support is a major downside. Luckily, however, I got a whole four days with them last weekend in Dublin - cue plenty of Guinness (surprisingly strong stuff), questionable dancing to Galway Girl in a club at 3am and overall great craic.