Background story.
I went on a eurotrip, fell in love while in Paris, went back home and decided to move there.
Yeah yeah please ignore the biggest cliché ever and move along.
I have, since as far as I can remember, strongly disliked the french language. I've always thought it sounded completely absurd. The spelling was also a subject of my distaste.
So here I am, forced to learn the language, in love with a french person and moving to the country.
It's like god was running low on dark-irony.
I know this sounds silly to you, escapist forumites, but this is really frustrating me beyond words. I am almost crying right now, because I am studying this language (and taking a break from it) at this moment.
What should I do to get rid of this feeling of panic within me and start studying french properly?
I went on a eurotrip, fell in love while in Paris, went back home and decided to move there.
Yeah yeah please ignore the biggest cliché ever and move along.
I have, since as far as I can remember, strongly disliked the french language. I've always thought it sounded completely absurd. The spelling was also a subject of my distaste.
So here I am, forced to learn the language, in love with a french person and moving to the country.
It's like god was running low on dark-irony.
I know this sounds silly to you, escapist forumites, but this is really frustrating me beyond words. I am almost crying right now, because I am studying this language (and taking a break from it) at this moment.
What should I do to get rid of this feeling of panic within me and start studying french properly?