The French Language (to me)

The French language was my first love. Way back in school, I was one of the few people who chose French as a third language. Above all, I loved my French teacher. 

Now... there's no clear reason why I love French, but I just do. I feel like I've always been pulled towards it, the language, the culture, the food, the city. Though now I know that there are drawbacks to Paris and France in general, as a child, I thought it would be an amazing place to live. 

These days, I have to admit I lost touch with the language a bit, but just thinking back for a moment brings it all crashing back. 

Now, I have the opportunity to teach French to a little boy. Today, I had an introductory session with him and his enthusiasm took me off guard. It reminded me of myself when I was younger, and learning French for the first time. 

It reminded me of why I actually liked the language, and the enthusiasm made me want to respond with equal or more energy. 

Now, you might wonder why I am talking about this. The point of this is passion. 

I am passionate about this language and for a long time, I didn't have the time or opportunity to use it or go back to it, until now. I am so happy to have this now, and I'm looking forward to going back to the things I love, one at a time.