About three months ago, after clearing JLPT N3, which is considered a good level in Japanese and gets you entry-level jobs apparently, I genuinely thought:
“Okay… maybe I can finally communicate properly now.”
Not perfectly, obviously. But enough to survive conversations. Enough to work in Japanese if needed.
And honestly, after spending so much time studying grammar, kanji, listening practice, mock tests, and trying to decode conversations like Nico Robin reading poneglyphs, passing felt huge.
For a little while, I was floating on confidence, right there on the ninth cloud.
