Words are means by which we make ourselves understood, which makes the language barrier a perfectly practical anxiety when it comes to study abroad. So when my grandfather asked how well I spoke Japanese, I replied, not well enough to not be worried. He chuckled and my mottled paraphrase of his response is as follows:
“When I came to this country, I knew little English. Words yes, but putting them together… I use my hands, feet, everything, to make myself understood. You will do the same. Now I know more words…but I still use my hands.”
I suppose there are indeed other ways to make myself understood.
I have finally started packing. Clothes, toiletries, books, notebooks and odds and ends clutter my room to the point I can barely even walk in it. Tomorrow I plan to pile it all into the biggest suitcase I own and leave it in my brother’s room (now that he’s left for college) to add and subtract as necessary. I still have ten days to spare, but I’d rather not spend them packing.
Until next time,
Sara