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Nihon-ni ikimasu!

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

In lieu of writing something of substance myself (oh poor blog, how I have let you languish…), may I direct your attention to the always wonderful, wordy and erudite Stephen Fry, who has a nice loooong blessay about language on his site today. For the love of words, go read it!

It seemed particularly fitting to me that he should write about language today of all days, as I find myself on the eve of our long-awaited trip to Japan. Yes, in just over 12 hours, Jeremy and I will board a flight bound for Tokyo, and I’ll get to see just how far all those hours of podcasted Japanese lessons will get me.

I’ve been really, really enjoying the whole process of learning Japanese; it’s not something I ever thought I would do or could do, but now that I have started doing it, I really don’t want to stop. I hope that I can maintain the motivation to keep learning even after our trip to Japan is over. It’ll be tough—I’m not terribly self-motivated when it comes to most things—but having gotten off to such a good start with the language, it would seem like a pity to let it all slide.

Anyway, those are thoughts for the future. My thoughts for right now are 1) packing, 2) sleeping and 3) not missing my plane tomorrow. So for now: sayonara!

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