There are labels that society places on us that we do not realize until we experience them firsthand.
When you leave your home country to accept a lucrative job offer or, more simply, to experience another culture, you become an “expat“.
You experience an intermittent sense of “home” in a distant land as you realize that the place you live is not your home.
At the same time, you realize that you are a stranger, or part of a world that is not, deep down, your own.
Even if you have no nostalgia for your homeland.
Right now I am fluent in English, Spanish and occasionally Portuguese (Brazilian) in my everyday life.
In contrast, a few years ago I studied German for a long time.
My mother tongue, the one that has obviously left the deepest imprint on me, remains Italian.
Sometimes, however, depending on how I process concepts in my mind, I will express myself in the idiom that I think is most appropriate to the topic.
Languages are not codes.
They are just different perspectives.
