This isn’t a post about how great I am at languages. I’m not like some jerk on the internet claiming to achieve fluency in three months.
This is a post about the blood, sweat and tears I spent to learn Chinese.
I never thought I would learn how to speak Chinese: The tones, the characters, and the proverbs were frustrating. The task of learning Mandarin was daunting and overwhelming–and honestly, there were many moments I thought I was just not meant to learn this language.
Yet somehow, I did it. I learned Chinese in less than a year.