Welcome to the Hotel California 🎵

I have been writing blogs for a month now and I always think so hard of the impact of English in my life. I always think of the big thoughts, the life changing, the most relative one. So, time came that I ran out of ideas, I have shared every big thing that happened to me because of it. I am really thinking and remembering outside my box. But I really do not have anything that I can think of anymore.

One time, there was a whole day blackout in our town, it’s summer, that means I will be burned if I stay at home feeling like I am in an oven. So, I decided to go to another town and eat out and do a grocery. When I arrived and as I was taking my shopping cart I heard a familiar song, “Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face.” It’s just a song from the old time. But as it continually plays, I felt something that lingers in my heart and became teary-eyed.

I remembered that this is the favorite song of my grandfather. He was the one who raised me and he would sing this song and play this song and we sang along. Singing was one of the things that my grandfather loved to do and he loved to see me sing that he even bought a karaoke and microphone for me. He mended and fixed the microphone if it’s not working and let it work again.

This simple song reminded me of my grandfather. This English song played in the grocery made me think of what a beautiful childhood I had with him.

And it made me realize, sometimes English doesn’t have to be big and life-changing. Sometimes, it’s in the small things too. A song. A memory. A moment.

English doesn’t always have to show up in the big things. Sometimes, it’s in the little ones too like the quiet moment in an unexpected place.

That English song connected me to something beautiful. And maybe that’s one of the reasons I keep loving English.

It keeps me connected—not just to the world, but to the people and memories I hold close.