I came back from nearly a week of being sick at home only to find that at long last, the little company I work for is making the switch: Our official language is no longer English, but Swedish. Which shouldn't faze me at all as for nearly two years now, meetings have all been in Swedish. Plus I'd already asked my fellow workers to stop speaking English with me, which has been moderately successful both from my end and their end.
But, I was still a bit stunned when the news came. And I realized, with a little pang in my stomach, that I am the last native-English speaker left in the office.
I'm alone, it's just me and the Swedes.
I hate how clingy I can be about English, as if it would abandon me somehow or that it was a precipice I could tumble over.
The Swedish word for the day is rädsla. It means fear.
- by Francis S.