I'm taking French lessons.
You would think learning Vietnamese would have been the goal here, but one year in I've got my directionals, plesantries, and food requests sorted. Further than that I've just given up hope, I mean I can hardly pronouce my street name (Nguyễn Ngọc Phương).
But I'm kicking butt and taking names in French, even starting to understand the Euros. I should have taken this on 11 months ago.
Still on the flatmate search. Fun, fun times. (Sarcasm.)
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