Writing about Japanese in my second language! The idea of learning a third language has wondered my mind for a long time. Don’t get me wrong, i love being bilingual, with my English growing alongside my Spanish, gradually covering me with a deep understanding of a language that has brought an immensurable amount of joy to my life since i started muttering my first words and even today, with the ability of expresing myself and read books in English without any major trouble. I innitially preferred the Latin benefit I already had because of having Spanish as my native language. I decided over French and that was the plan; I was going to enter to a French Academy here in Buenos Aires to learn all the mysteries and beauties of the language. Truth is, I never did. I was lost in space, searching for a language to fall in love with. Not a long time ago, someone told me something I didn’t understand at the time, but as days passed, I realized it was my one and only reflection; “Japanese is a language that you love the moment you discover it”. What I find peculiar and beautiful about languages is that every single one of them has a different essence. Every language is beautiful; every language has its singularities. There are different sounds, different words, and in the process of learning (if you are passionate about languages like me) one day you will find a language that sounds so unique to you that you will want to know more and more. This feeling came to me the day my life crossed ways with Japanese. In the discovery of Japanese shows, I found a very important and incredible something that touched my heart in a way that nothing has ever done, and I was filled with an impossible amount of curiosity that I couldn’t fathom into words and I just needed to know. I needed to understand every singularity of it, because i wanted to feel the language the way I felt English or Spanish, there was no force of nature that could convince me otherwise; It wasn’t French, or Italian, or German, it was Japanese. Even if Japan is in the other side of the world, I will not give up. Learning feels right, as if finding this language and letting it in was the best thing to do. Starting is difficult and the road is bumpy. Above it all, there is the passion and my dedication in going through the adversities of learning something so different from what I’m used to, and the joy of getting some of it right after a lot of study. The finish line doesn’t matter when the road is gorgeous. With love, a truly japanese novice.