EIGHT years in the making

I created a Tumblr account in July 2016, right after I left teaching. I was frustrated after having studied to become a teacher for years, identified that career to be my calling when I was 8 years old, and finally got a taste of it, all that to realise that because of my sensitivity, my empathy, my need for liberty and creation, it was a boat in the middle of a shipwreck and it was going to eat me alive if I didn't bounce fast enough.

I did and had more or less fun working a few jobs, looking for a new path, running, travelling a lot, and figuring myself out, while the blog became more and more popular, happily fueled by my love of languages and my appreciation for the feedback I got. I have screenshotted many very sweet messages I received over the years and put them in a "brag file" I look up once in a while when the world looks a bit grey.

And then the pandemic started, while I was searching for a new job, a month after quitting another one that only looked good on the paper, and I offered lessons so I could see the end of the first lockdown without losing sleep, and it turned into a career after just a few months, and it is now how I earn my living. The blog was a temporary way to answer the frustration I felt while scrolling on Pinterest and seeing language posts filled with mistakes or incomplete information, and my type A took over. It is now several years later and full-time tutoring has happily been my bread and butter.

I'm very happy. I like to think that I have built a cosy little corner on the Internet and that my readers enjoy it thoroughly, but I have also had a special relationship with the ones who worked with me, to the point of having met a couple of them, been invited abroad, to weddings, named a cat, and dried a few tears. All of that because someone who probably had nothing but good intentions mistyped something, seven years ago.

Ah, what joy to be a menace.

Welcome, 

Rose

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