So - my Finnish class. Even though it was done in typical French style, ie. strict teacher focusing mainly on grammar, it was really good to be back in that environment again. Besides ice skating when I was younger, studying Finnish is really the only thing I've ever been passionate about. But when I turned 18, both of them were kinda pushed aside, because really, how far would being an ice skater or a Finnish speaker get me in life? Especially since I knew that I didn't want to teach either. So I went with nutrition instead, which I always enjoyed a lot, but I didn't love. It was like an awakening last night though, like "Hey, remember this? Here's something that you used to love doing". To the point that I'm disappointed the classes are only held once per week. I do have my old Finnish books though, so I will probably use them along side.

Afterwards, I was trying to explain to the lovely Sophie (hi sophie!!) what the first class was like. The closest thing I could come up with is that it was like running into someone you knew, but you couldn't remember their name. And you knew you knew them and my God their name was just on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't quite spit it out. That's what it was like. I just sat there listening to the teacher and the words were so damn familiar, but I just couldn't understand. Not to mention how weird it was to be trying to produce those sounds again, but yet awkward at the same time because my mouth kept trying to say them the French way.

Either way, I'm really glad that I'm able to do this - just one more thing to love about Paris! I'm also lucky that I'm allowed to set my own work/travel schedule, which means that I won't need to miss too many classes. And now I'm off to finish watching the VP debates...