I've lived with the same guy for about 100 years. We know everything about each other, but sometimes we'll be with other people and he'll express a like, dislike, or point-of-view and completely blow my mind. Yesterday, he agreed with a playful border agent who said my French was bad. All these years I thought he was impressed by my French.
Anyway, I can't help it. My first relationship to French was the Haitian Creole of my adoptive mother. I grew up around multiple versions of French, living with kids from dozens of countries. Dinner at our house was a conversation mixed by multiple languages and accents. I love French cinema, and know most of the vocabulary, but the language is still foreign to me. I dream in an English filled with lots of foreign phrases, but my accent is rare and often hard to understand, the accent of a southern black American kid who grew up around the world.