It’s been a year since I started to learn Japanese. I mean, to learn Japanese for real. Not with a self-study guide, but with a teacher, regular classes, textbooks and copybooks. And I’m already confident in my knowledge of grammar, I know a certain number of kanji (and even remember both readings, but that doesn’t apply to everything, of course). I can even read simple texts (for kids) or decipher the instructions for making broth, and I understand that a character in a movie said something different from what is written in the subtitles.
But.
If I had a Japanese neighbour, I wouldn’t be able to talk to them.
Because I like my achievements, but at the same time I feel a little awkward.
I even had a period of procrastination when I didn’t want to go back to Japanese anymore (actually, it coincided with the summer, but I’m not sure there is a direct connection).
That’s why now I’m studying with Marugoto. Starting with the very first book.
The word «culture» in the title played a decisive role in choosing the next textbook (I went through the options in order to change something, because I know that I want to learn Japanese, even if at some point it seems to me that I don’t want to).
Culture never fails. I like this textbook (at least, so far, up until page 43, I haven’t been disappointed in anything). And I have high expectations. Finally I’m sure (and it’s such a nice feeling): if in ten or twelve years I do end up with a Japanese neighbour, I will be able to start a conversation. If I will be brave enough, of course.
