I took French in high school for not one, not two, not three, not four, but five years straight. The rest of my family is fluent. I’m also Canadian, which I feel like should automatically make me bilingual. Yeah, no.
Last year, I was in a pickle. Everything about my life in Boston was great—I worked with great clients and got promoted, had an amazing group of friends and lived with a roommate who cooked my every meal. Yet, on