Es ist offiziell.
Ich lerne wieder Deutsch.
(… !!!!!!)
Over a week ago I abruptly broke off the winter fling I’d been having with Russian, and I ran falling back into the arms of German — my first love!
Ach, Deutsch, die Wahrheit ist, dass ich immer in dich verliebt war! Das lässt sich nicht leugnen.
I had already planned to take a single German literature class this semester, but I thought I might drop it, not having taken German in over two years. Then I was in the bookstore buying my books, and I saw the books for yet another German lit class: four Krimis. I went and purchased my books, ran out to the public computers just outside the bookstore, changed my course schedule and ran back in to buy those books.
That’s how bad it is.
I told one of my department colleagues/fellow grad students this story today, and she said, “You know you’re addicted when…”
Es stimmt — ich kann es überhaupt nicht vermeiden! Ich liebe die deutsche Sprache und werde es für immer und ewig lieben!
Of course this doesn’t mean I can’t keep going steady with Portuguese. I mean, normally I’m not in favor of polyamory, but when it comes to languages…
