Dream

Well, I woke up this morning, after only 4 hours of sleep, with the vague memory of a dream in Portuguese.
Well, not an entire dream, a few sentences, but you have to start somewhere.
Things are getting better all the time. Only sometimes do I feel the emptiness of being thousands of miles from home, and the language is coming, in bits, but coming.
Its strange how irregular it is though. Sometimes I understand everything. Sometimes, (stressing sometimes) people understand what I am talking about. But other times not at all. I suppose that is normal.
I know I've said this a lot of times, but I cant wait to speak. Cant wait.
I cant wait for the moment when I look back on when I arrived here, and dont understand how I could not speak Portuguese in the first place. I cant wait till its more commonplace for me to speak portuguese then english. I cant wait till the phone rings, and my stomach doesn't jump at the idea of answering, or when I order something at a restaurant, the waiter understands, or when I have to translate from portuguese to english. And that day will come, I just have to remember that...through this difficult period.
and it will be so worth it.