Airports where no one understands your native language. Tiny cafes somewhere in Portugal. Trains in Italy. Hotel reception where you have to explain in three minutes what exactly is wrong with your room. And that wonderful moment when you're lost, but at least you can ask for directions 😄

And each time, English somehow saved me.

It became my little universal key. Thanks to it, I met people, could carry on a conversation, order what I really wanted, and sometimes simply felt more confident in a completely unfamiliar country.

But recently I caught myself thinking something strange.

Can the language you once learned for travel one day become your native language?

Not just the language you use to book a hotel or ask where the nearest train station is.

And the language in which you laugh until you cry. Swear. Flirt. Say "I miss you." You wake up in the morning and the first thing you think of is something in it.

I even wonder if that's possible.

Because language is also connected to home. To people, habits, memories.

And maybe one day English will cease to be the language of foreign countries and become the language of my own life.

I don't know.

But I really like that idea.

Especially because I still travel with it now.

And maybe one day—home. ✈️