What was I thinking last night? Right before bed, I suddenly got the urge to dive into a few phrases from one of those Germanic/Scandinavian languages. Just out of curiosity, I told myself. But of course, one thing led to another… and there I was, untangling the grammar and figuring out how things are pronounced. Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be that complex. The grammar feels trickier than English—and in some parts, I’d even say Russian is easier. That’s saying something.
So, why am I doing this?
I guess I’m trying to build a habit—learning at least the basics of the language spoken in any country I want to visit someday. Even if it’s a language hardly anyone uses, it feels right to connect with a place through its words, even just a little.
It feels like I’m opening a gateway to another world—all by myself.
Through phonetics, through sentence structure, through the way they name simple things. It’s kind of magical. And honestly, it’s also a great exercise in discipline: learning something unpopular just because you want to, not because it’s trendy or required.
Next, I think I’ll finally start learning Japanese.
Not because I’m going there anytime soon—it’s such an insanely expensive trip—but because if I do go someday, I’ll need to start learning the language well in advance. The Japanese aren’t exactly known for their English skills.
I kind of went off track…
What I meant to say is that it’s probably better to introduce new things like this into your life in the morning, not at 1 a.m.
Otherwise, your day starts with pure hatred toward your alarm clock. And it’s so cold in my room, the air feels like winter’s still holding on.
Crawling out from under the blanket feels like leaving behind the only safe place in the world😬