There was a time when I had a love affair with the Russian language. I savored the sensations of the sounds rolling off my tongue when I spoke. I relished the twists and turns of the phrases that carried me along. I devoted countless hours to contorting my mouth into unfamiliar shapes, just so I could master the pronunciation. She brightened my world.
We often pretend like the meaning behind the words we speak is all that matters. But the medium matters, and the ability to switch adds another dimension to self-expression.